Crimson Sun Body!

Guan Jing and Guan Yi took a skipping step, swiftly arriving beside Li Xian.

Guan Jing spoke rapidly, "Uncle-Master Yuan Jue is a master of our White Dragon Temple. He cultivates the Tiger Subduing Fist to the point of perfection, and he is protected by the Buddhist Golden Bell Shield divine skill, making him impervious to blades and spears. Ordinary Martial Artists are no match for Uncle-Master."

Guan Yi added from the side, "We've seen the bodies of the deceased Hall Masters from the Canoe Gang. We discovered that three Hall Masters died under the Tiger Subduing Fist. It was Uncle-Master Yuan Jue who did it."

"Uncle-Master Yuan Jue is a peak Mid-fourth Grade Martial Artist. He is incredibly powerful. You are no match for him!"

"Hall Master Li, you are still young and very talented. You are the hope of the Canoe Gang. You cannot die here."

"Hall Master Li, you are no match for Uncle-Master Yuan Jue. We two brothers will hold him off for now. You should leave quickly!"

Li Xian looked at the anxious expressions on the faces of the two monks, unsure whether to laugh or cry.

These two monks are truly... too overly enthusiastic.

Monk Yuan Jue laughed heartily, "Hahaha, my good junior disciples, you are truly naive. With your two-bit skills, you think you can stop this old monk?"

Guan Jing and Guan Yi were very nervous but did not retort.

"Hall Master Li, don't just stand there, hurry and go!"

"Trying to leave?"

Yuan Jue's benevolent face turned ferocious.

"Do you think you can get away?"

"Tiger Subduing!"

Yuan Jue roared, adopting a boxing stance. He stomped his foot, and his body shot forward like a cannonball.

Under the impact of this fierce and domineering boxing momentum, the hair on the bodies of monks Guan Jing and Guan Yi stood on end. Their faces changed drastically, and they couldn't muster the slightest will to resist.

"Uncle-Master Yuan Jue he..."

"Has gotten stronger again!"

They felt a sense of despair. Why were they so easily overwhelmed? Was what the Buddha Son said truly correct?

At this moment, a pair of warm, strong hands landed on their shoulders.

A gentle voice sounded in their ears.

"It doesn't matter. I will handle it!"

The two monks froze for a moment.

Immediately after, a figure, entirely crimson and emitting smoke, walked gently past them.

It was Li Xian.

"Take this!"

Yuan Jue had already arrived before him, throwing a punch at Li Xian.

A resounding boom.

Li Xian raised his hand and casually blocked Yuan Jue's punch.

"Uh..."

This scene stunned the three monks present.

"Hall Master Li, you..."

"How is this possible..."

"What is this... technique of yours?"

Li Xian's fiery red face split into a grin, revealing a ferocious smile amidst the swirling smoke and fire.

"The highest level of Crimson Sun Nine Songs, Crimson Sun Body!"

Yuan Jue said with astonishment, "Even Dong Xuesong couldn't cultivate the Crimson Sun Body of the Crimson Sun Nine Songs. You actually can?"

Dong Xuesong was the previous leader of the Canoe Gang. He had retired to his hometown some time ago, coincidentally avoiding this conflict, which could be considered a good outcome.

Li Xian smiled and said, "Cultivation is very much about talent."

Yuan Jue said disdainfully, "When it comes to talent, no one in this world can compare to our Buddha Son!"

"Oh?!"

Li Xian let out a curious "Oh."

They kept bringing up this Buddha Son, making him curious about this person he had never met.

"It seems I need to find an opportunity to meet your White Dragon Temple's Buddha Son."

"Hahahaha..."

Yuan Jue burst into laughter as if he had heard an incredible joke.

"You think you're worthy?"

"Get past this old monk first!"

"Golden Bell Shield!"

"Tiger Subduing!"

The previous punch, Yuan Jue felt he had only been careless, which led to his disadvantage.

This time, he would go all out and capture Li Xian.

Li Xian held out three fingers and said with a light laugh, "Within three moves, I will take your life!"

The first move, the two collided with a punch.

Yuan Jue's right hand instantly exploded.

"Ah!"

Monk Yuan Jue cried out in agony, clutching his blood-soaked palm.

The second move, Li Xian pressed his advantage, not relenting. In a flash, he closed the distance and struck Monk Yuan Jue's chest with a punch.

Monk Yuan Jue spat out a mouthful of blood, his chest caved in with a large hole.

He fell to the ground, his face like gold paper, his breath faint. He looked like he was about to die.

"You... actually... hid this deeply!" Monk Yuan Jue said, trembling as he clutched his chest.

Guan Jing and Guan Yi's mouths hung open behind him, stunned and speechless.

They had just said that the opponent was no match for Yuan Jue, and now they had been slapped in the face.

Li Xian said, "When did I ever hide anything? I never said I was weak."

"Hehehe..."

Monk Yuan Jue lay on the ground, spitting blood and chuckling bitterly.

"Consider it my bad luck, to fall into your hands today."

"However, when the Buddha Son returns, he will surely avenge this old monk. He will leave none of you from the Canoe Gang alive!"

Li Xian said, "As a monk, you shouldn't be talking about fighting and killing all day. It doesn't look good."

"Besides, your Buddha Son might not be my match."

"Hehehe..."

"The Buddha Son has already comprehended White Dragon Temple's supreme ultimate skill—the Great Heavenly Dragon Prajna Heart Sutra. He is now an expert of the Upper Three Ranks. I ask you, who in Qingzhou is the Buddha Son's opponent now? Can you do it?"

When Yuan Jue said this, his face had a different brilliance, as if he felt honored.

Li Xian narrowed his eyes, "Upper Three Ranks, huh."

This was a realm of martial arts he had not yet stepped into. Even with his pride, he felt a trace of pressure.

"Hahaha..."

As if sensing something, Yuan Jue laughed with the last of his strength.

"You all wait and see, the Buddha Son will return soon. This old monk will wait for you in the underworld, hahahaha..."

Then, he tilted his head and died.

After instructing his subordinates to deal with Yuan Jue's body, Li Xian turned to ask the two monks, Guan Jing and Guan Yi.

"Masters, do you have the cultivation technique for the Great Heavenly Dragon Prajna Heart Sutra? Could you lend it to me to take a look?"

The two monks shook their heads.

"The Great Heavenly Dragon Prajna Heart Sutra that Uncle-Master Yuan Jue mentioned is not the supreme ultimate skill of our White Dragon Temple."

"Then what is it?" Li Xian asked, confused.

Monk Guan Jing said, "It's a demonic cultivation technique from the Western Regions. It's completely different from our White Dragon Temple's techniques and is extremely sinister."

"It was after cultivating this demonic technique that the Buddha Son's temperament changed drastically. He used to be gentle and friendly, but now he has become extremely bloodthirsty, vowing to establish a true earthly Buddhist kingdom in his own way!"

Oh, so he's an ambitious young man with ideals and aspirations.

Li Xian pinched his chin, lost in thought.

But he had to think of a way, otherwise, he would really be waiting for death.

His opponent was a Martial Artist of the Upper Three Ranks.

There was an insurmountable gap between each major rank for Martial Artists. Li Xian was only Mid-fourth Grade. No matter what methods he used, he would not be a match for the Buddha Son of White Dragon Temple.

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