Sacrifice, the Tiger Clan Ancestor's Slap

Hua Qiang blinked, then began spouting nonsense with a perfectly straight face.

"Little monk, this isn't some Buddha's Palm. This is—Hua Style Demon Subduing Palm! Mm, I created it myself!" Hua Qiang added.

"This..."

Heluomuni immediately refused to accept it. Damn it, wasn't this bullying a child?!

"Benefactor, that is not right.

"This is clearly the Buddhist supreme martial art, Buddha's Palm. How could you keep your eyes open and tell such blatant lies?"

The corners of Hua Qiang's mouth curled up slightly, his expression neither quite a smile nor not a smile.

"Little monk, you say this is your Buddha Kingdom's supreme martial art—Buddha's Palm. How do you prove it?"

Prove it?

Heluomuni felt like vomiting blood. This was obviously a Buddhist martial art, yet now the other party wanted him to prove it. What kind of logic was that?

It was like telling someone your own name, only for them not to believe you and insist that you prove your name really was that.

How was he supposed to prove it?

They did not have things like identification cards here. Otherwise, he could have simply slapped one down for the other party to see.

Heluomuni anxiously said, "The palm print from your attack is densely covered in the characters of our Buddha Kingdom, and every character bears the face of a Buddha.

"Moreover, that palm print contains the supreme majesty of Buddhism, as well as the power to purify all evil and wickedness. Isn't that enough to prove this is a martial art of our Buddha Kingdom?"

"No, no, no!"

Hua Qiang shook his head in denial. "That isn't convincing enough. Little monk, let me ask you: since you say this palm print is Buddha's Palm, does it have an image of the Buddha on it?

"And has