How Did You Learn Buddha's Palm?

Rotman suddenly felt pain on his face, followed by a burning sting. He hurriedly pulled back his hand and touched his face. One side of his cheek had instantly swollen.

At that moment, he fell into a daze.

What was going on?

Wasn't he about to slap the other man across the face?

How had he been slapped instead?

Who had struck him?

He turned and looked behind him. Aside from the group of subordinates he had brought, there was no one else in sight. There was no one behind him who could have made a move, so who the hell had slapped him?

Heluomuni pressed his palms together and murmured, "Amitabha, how kind, how kind. I should not have struck someone.

"But if I had not struck him, he would have struck me.

"The Buddha said: If I do not enter hell, who will? If I do not slap someone, who will?"

"You bastard, you slapped me?"

Rotman finally came to his senses. He had actually been slapped by the little monk opposite him.

A towering fury blazed within his body, and two flames appeared in his eyes.

"Die!"

Blood-red light tore through the clouds. Crimson demon markings ignited across Rotman's body, while four tiger tails unfurled behind him into a bloody wheel.

He threw back his head and roared. The sound waves twisted the air within ten li into whirlpools, and spiderweb-like cracks spread across the ground.

"Little monk, today I will show you the true power of the Star Sea Realm Tiger Clan!"

Heluomuni pressed his palms together. His cassock fluttered without wind, and a golden Dharma manifestation thirty feet tall appeared behind him.

He softly chanted a Buddhist verse. A lotus platform bloomed beneath his feet, and layer upon layer of Buddhist light collided with the