Wrathful Vajra, Scarlet-Haired Evil Ghost

Alun asked curiously, not understanding.

"Is Your Excellency lamenting the Canoe Gang's Li Xian?"

Yuan Benyu nodded and said, "Indeed!"

"He's just a minor Hall Master, why is Your Excellency paying him so much attention?"

Alun felt that the Canoe Gang was renowned in the Qingzhou region, but it had grown and prospered under the leadership of successive gang leaders.

It had nothing to do with a mere Li Xian, and there was no need to invest too much attention in the life and death of such a small figure.

Alun's gaze fell on Yuan Benyu's face, and he remained silent.

Yuan Benyu thought for a moment and said, "It's rare for Qingzhou to produce such a promising talent, a gem. What a pity. I had originally planned to invite him to join our Demon Suppressing Division!"

"Oh? So that's how it is!" Alun suddenly understood.

"However, it's too late to say anything now!"

Barring any accidents.

They would witness Li Xian's death today.

Meanwhile.

Yangzhou City, by West Lake.

Rumble!!!

Continuous loud noises spread in all directions.

These were the sounds of Li Xian and the Buddha Son clashing.

In the center of the battlefield, the two fought fiercely, kicking up dust and stones, obscuring the sun and moon. Countless shattered rocks shot out like bullets.

Martial artists of slightly lower strength were not even qualified to approach this battlefield.

A slight misstep, just being brushed by the aftermath of the fight, would result in death or serious injury.

Those hiding in the shadows and observing were terrified, feeling that their current distance was not safe enough, and they all retreated further away to hide.

The two fought with true fire, choosing a brutal, head-on combat style without evasion.

Another muffled thunderous roar erupted.

Li Xian, caught off guard, was sent flying by a punch from the Buddha Son, his body smashing into West Lake like a cannonball, splashing up a sky full of water.

"Amitabha!"

The Buddha Son calmed his slightly turbulent breathing, clasped his hands together, and said.

"Sponsor Li, it's not too late to turn back now!"

At this moment, the Buddha Son was vastly different from the immaculate white-robed monk he appeared to be at the beginning.

His entire body was covered in a faint golden light, as if enveloped in a mysterious aura. His figure grew taller, and his physique became strong and powerful.

Upon closer inspection, his features, which were initially plain and gentle, had become sharp and profound, resembling the Wrathful Vajra described in Buddhist scriptures.

This was the Buddha Son's full power.

From beneath the churning West Lake, Li Xian's muffled laughter could be heard.

"Heh heh heh..."

"Sponsor Li, if you remain stubborn, this humble monk will have no choice but to take a life today!" The Buddha Son's tone was filled with helplessness.

Above West Lake.

A white column of water shot up into the sky!

"Hahaha... Is this all you've got? You want to kill me?!"

From within the sky-high water curtain, Li Xian's unrestrained laughter echoed.

"Putting on a show!"

The Buddha Son's eyes flashed like lightning. He saw a huge and strange figure rapidly approaching him from the pale mist.

"Overestimating yourself!"

He snorted coldly, unconcerned, gathered his energy, and threw a punch at the figure.

However, this time was different.

Suddenly, a majestic and boundless force exploded from the pale mist.

A hand, as large as a fan and as black as ink, stretched out from the mist. With a casual grab, it caught the Buddha Son's fist.

"You??? How is this possible?"

His full-power strike being so easily caught, the scene before him shocked him to his core.

Then, the swirling mist dissipated.

The figure in the mist revealed its true appearance.

His exposed skin was pitch black, as hard as metal. His towering physique, over two meters tall, was like a moving fortress. His eyes were crimson, and a long, fiery red mane fluttered in the air. His ferocious, evil face was like a demon crawling from hell!

This was Li Xian!

"Are you... Demonic Evil??"

Buddha Son stared at Li Xian, whose appearance had undergone a drastic transformation, and couldn't help but exclaim in shock.

Not only him, but even Liang Haisheng, who was spectating from not far away, and others who dared not show themselves, were stunned speechless by Li Xian's appearance.

Such a sight was wantonly destroying their previous perceptions.

"Hahahaha..."

Li Xian bared his teeth and exhaled a blast of scorching hot air.

"Look clearly, I am human! I am Li Xian of the Canoe Gang!"

Buddha Son quickly calmed himself.

He said in a flat tone, "Scaring people with your looks is meaningless!"

"You are right!"

Li Xian took a deep breath, and the surrounding air seemed to be sucked dry, emitting a hissing sound.

Without adopting any stance, he simply sank his hips, twisted his waist, and threw a punch.

But in Buddha Son's eyes, this punch was far from simple.

All things fell silent!

In his vision, there was only this punch!

This punch filled his entire world!

There was no way to dodge, no way to retreat!

Seemingly slow, but actually fast!

Buddha Son could only watch as this punch grew larger and larger in his eyes...

Larger and larger...

And so, Li Xian's fist landed squarely on his chest.

"Ah!!!"

Buddha Son let out a scream, spat out a mouthful of blood, and was sent flying like a tattered sack. He violently crashed into a small hill by the lake, buried under rocks and dirt within the mountainside.

"This..."

"So strong!"

"What kind of martial art is that?"

"Since when did the Canoe Gang have such a sinister technique?"

The onlookers were so shocked their tongues were about to fall out.

A roar came from the foot of the mountain.

"Li Xian, take your life!"

Buddha Son roared, breaking through the dirt, and leaped up.

With a surge of his profound technique, the injuries he sustained healed by more than half.

His eyes blazed with infinite fury.

Since achieving mastery of his divine art, he had never encountered an opponent who had caused him such disgrace.

Being injured was a minor matter; being made to look so disheveled was simply unacceptable.

"Hahahaha... Now that's more like it!! That's more like it!!"

Li Xian grinned, letting out unrestrained laughter.

The two once again clashed.

They transformed into two streams of light, one black and one white, darting and weaving like dragons, soaring through the sky!

This time, both unleashed their full power, fighting as if the heavens and earth were overturned and rivers were flowing backward!

As their battle spread wider, the entire mountainside by West Lake was leveled.

A cave dwelling that Liang Haisheng had painstakingly built was instantly reduced to ruins.

This made him want to cry but have no tears.

However, he wasn't the unluckiest one.

A martial artist, who had appeared from nowhere and was watching from the side, was caught off guard when a flying rock hit him directly on the head.

His entire head was smashed into a bloody mess, and he died on the spot!

To be caught in such a disaster while just watching the excitement, this brother was truly the unluckiest of them all.

Seeing this scene, the others were so terrified they peed their pants and retreated another three hundred meters further away.