The ground of the dais exploded.
He shot straight at Wuchen and threw a punch.
Caught off guard, Wuchen raised the Demon-Suppressing Bowl to block.
Clang!
The fist slammed into the Demon-Suppressing Bowl.
The golden bowl flew backward and crashed into Wuchen's chest.
Wuchen spat out a mouthful of blood and skidded several yards away.
Rujie shook out his hand.
"This pot's pretty tough."
Chen Changqing added from below the dais.
"It probably wouldn't leak broth when stewing meat."
At last, the Tianyin Temple disciples could not hold back their laughter.
Rujie laughed as well.
Wuchen's face, however, turned scarlet.
"Chen Changqing!"
Chen Changqing waved a hand.
"Keep fighting. What are you looking at me for?"
Wuchen was so furious that his breathing faltered for a beat.
Seizing the chance, Rujie had the Tiger-Subduing Arhat behind him raise its palm once more.
A colossal tiger bore down from midair, its claw smashing onto the Demon-Suppressing Bowl.
The Demon-Suppressing Bowl let out a piercing roar.
Wuchen's arms went numb, and he staggered back again and again.
Rujie did not stop.
One punch.
Two punches.
Three punches.
With every punch that landed, the Buddhist light on the Demon-Suppressing Bowl dimmed another fraction.
The expressions of the Great Thunderclap Temple monks grew uglier and uglier.
The half-step True Lord elder finally could not remain seated.
"Enough!"
He raised a hand and pressed down toward the dais.
The pressure of a half-step True Lord descended, directly cracking the dais barrier.
Rujie's body sank.
Even the Tiger-Subduing Arhat was forced to halt beneath the pressure.
The Tianyin Temple monks' faces changed drastically.
Old monk Huiming roared in fury.
"Xuanku, how dare you interfere!"
Elder Xuanku's expression remained blank.
"Wuchen has already won. The Tianyin Temple Buddhist Son used an evil art of unknown origin. I