Sun Wukong's New Buddhist Sect, Three Ages Buddha Bodies Emerge

"Xuanzang, you are still young. This poor monk advises you..."

Maitreya still intended to say a few polite words for show, to persuade Qi Yu to stop here.

Yet not only did Qi Yu refuse to listen, he instead let out a great laugh. "Buddha, take care! Next, this poor monk is going to use his full strength!"

Maitreya's heart gave a leap, and the smile on his face could no longer be maintained. He hurriedly squeezed the mana within his body and poured it all into the Golden Cymbals.

The Golden Cymbals blazed with brilliant Buddha-light, rapidly expanding and transforming into a giant golden peak that stretched across Qi Yu's path.

Its momentum was so vast that, by comparison, Qi Yu's fist seemed "utterly ordinary."

"Yes, Buddha, suppress him!"

Many Buddhas and Bodhisattvas shouted excitedly.

"Good Buddha, take this poor monk's move—Consecutive Serious Punches!"

Seeing that Maitreya had indeed gone all out, Qi Yu finally revealed his true ability as well.

"Clang! Clang! Clang..."

The Great Dao of Power surged and roiled as Qi Yu's fists hammered again and again onto the Golden Cymbals.

That heaven-shaking, earth-startling commotion even made the battles between Tathagata and Sun Wukong, and Randeng and Wutian, stall for a moment.

Every punch Qi Yu brought down smashed a deep fist imprint into the Golden Cymbals.

And Maitreya, who was bearing this "Consecutive Serious Punches" head-on, had long since been shaken by the aftershocks of the Great Dao of Power until blood flowed from all seven orifices. His face was deathly pale, and his body trembled violently.

Crack!

A crisp splitting sound rang out. In the end, the Golden Cymbals could not withstand Qi Yu's fist force that could destroy heaven and earth, and were completely blasted into fragments.

"Pfft!"

Maitreya spat out a great