Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, defeated in one move?

Below the Zhongnan Mountains.

Vibrant bamboo and sturdy pines, snowflakes danced.

Little Dragon Girl stood in mid-air, and though she hadn't spoken, she made one feel breathless.

Golden Wheel Dharma King bore the brunt of it.

Not just because the other party had injured Qiu Chuji and others.

But more so because the other party was Mongol.

Twenty years ago, Qiu Chuji, the sect leader of Quanzhen Sect, fought against the Mongols his entire life, suffering from old injuries. He died of a relapse of an old illness in his early forties.

This led to the lonely death of Lin Chaoying, the founder of their Ancient Tomb Sect.

No matter what kind of woman, even someone as pure as Little Dragon Girl, was full of emotion.

If it weren't for the Mongol invasion of the Central Plains, Wang Chongyang wouldn't have rejected Lin Chaoying, and perhaps the two lovers would have ended up together.

During her days in the Ancient Tomb, she had only two family members.

Lin Chaoying and Granny Sun.

Therefore, naturally, she held no good feelings towards the Mongols.

"Ahem!"

Feeling the pressure emanating from Little Dragon Girl, Golden Wheel Dharma King grunted.

His three-zhang-tall body couldn't help but tremble.

"Immortal? So what if you're an Immortal?!"

Golden Wheel Dharma King looked up at Little Dragon Girl, his eyes wild like a beast's.

He roared upwards, and his entire body crackled. His original three-zhang body returned to normal, but it was now covered in a layer of golden light.

This scene even resembled a Buddhist golden arhat descending to the mortal realm.

"Immortal Aunt, be careful! This is the supreme skill of Esoteric Buddhism, the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill, its power is immense."

Qiu Chuji's pupils constricted upon seeing this, and he hurriedly said with concern.

"Amitabha."

The Old Monk also showed surprise upon seeing the change in Golden Wheel Dharma King's body.

"Legend has it that when Shakyamuni was a prince, he was once blocked by a giant elephant while paying respects to Buddha. The Buddha lifted the elephant's trunk and threw it, and it took three days to fall."

"Hahaha, precisely!"

Golden Wheel Dharma King laughed, revealing his large, golden teeth.

"Each level of the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill can increase the strength of one dragon and one elephant. This old monk has cultivated it to the tenth level, possessing the strength of ten dragons and ten elephants. Even an Immortal can be slain beneath my power!"

Golden Wheel Dharma King roared, a dragon-elephant phantom appearing behind him, roaring at Little Dragon Girl.

As he took a step, the ground trembled as if the earth was turning over.

Then he bent his legs, straightened them abruptly, and leaped into the air, throwing a punch at Little Dragon Girl.

Before the punch even landed, the sharp fist wind nearly blew away everyone on the ground.

The air itself let out a piercing sound from the impact.

The golden fist carried a savage aura, violent and hard.

Seeing this, Little Dragon Girl merely flicked a finger. Green fluorescence erupted from her fingertip and then shot towards Golden Wheel Dharma King like a meteor.

BOOM!

A loud noise echoed.

Golden Wheel Dharma King was sent flying backward, crashing into the ground. Dust billowed, and a humanoid crater more than three meters deep appeared before everyone.

"Hiss!"

"Is this the power of an Immortal?"

"Golden Wheel Dharma King, who defeated the sect leader and elders in one move, couldn't even withstand one move from the Immortal when using his full strength?"

The disciples gasped, looking at the unconscious Golden Wheel Dharma King in the crater in disbelief.

Showing off the most, taking the hardest hits?

Little Dragon Girl didn't look at Golden Wheel Dharma King. Although she had only just begun her cultivation, she had already developed divine sense.

Golden Wheel Dharma King had already fallen unconscious and would not wake up for at least three days.

She turned her gaze to the Old Monk, her cold voice continuing to ring out.

"Old Monk, are you also here to tell my Divine Cult to disband?"

Hearing this, cold sweat broke out on the Old Monk's back.

"No, no, no. This humble monk heard that the Divine Cult had just been established, so I came to offer a gift."

He primarily cultivated the Golden Bell Shield passed down by Bodhidharma. All twelve vital points had been opened, and he had reached the martial arts realm of Bodhidharma in his time.

One hundred days without food, impervious to water and fire, even swallowing poison that would shred the intestines would leave the golden body unbroken.

But he looked at the miserable state of the Golden Wheel Dharma King beside him, his mouth twitching uncontrollably.

Although the defensive power of his own technique was slightly higher than the opponent's, it wasn't by much.

Perhaps he could withstand Little Dragon Girl's two moves if he went all out?

But that was completely meaningless, so if he had to back down, he'd back down.

"A gift? Where's the gift?"

Little Dragon Girl had always lived in the Ancient Tomb and had a simple personality, so she didn't doubt his words and asked curiously.

"A gift...?"

The Old Monk's expression turned bitter. Where would he get a gift? Who ever prepared gifts when they went to cause trouble?

"Yes, didn't you say you came to give a gift?"

Little Dragon Girl nodded and said as a matter of course.

"Are you lying to me? You didn't prepare a gift?"

Sensing a change in Little Dragon Girl's tone, the Old Monk quickly said.

"Of course, there's a gift!"

The Old Monk painfully took out a secret manual from his robes and opened his palms, placing it in his hands.

"This is the Golden Bell Shield manual left by Patriarch Bodhidharma in the past. I'll give it to... the Immortal."

Little Dragon Girl didn't speak, but looked at Qiu Chuji beside her.

Qiu Chuji nodded in understanding and whispered.

"The Golden Bell Shield of the Shaolin Temple is completely different from those outside. It's a supreme ultimate skill, second only to the Yi Jin Jing among Shaolin Temple's martial arts."

Hearing this, Little Dragon Girl waved her hand, and the manual in the Old Monk's hand seemed to be pulled by invisible threads and flew into her hand.

She had never left the Ancient Tomb and didn't understand the martial arts manuals of the world. In the Ancient Tomb, she only followed the routine of cultivating the martial arts left by her ancestors. After cultivating the Heavenly Emperor Visualization Diagram, she directly began cultivating immortality, so she naturally understood martial arts even less.

However, as the sect leader of the Quanzhen Sect, if Qiu Chuji said it was good, it should be correct.

Seeing the manual fall into Little Dragon Girl's hands, the Old Monk no longer showed any reluctance in his eyes.

He even vaguely felt that the Golden Bell Shield didn't do justice to this peerlessly elegant immortal.

"Amitabha, the Shaolin Temple will seal its mountain and go into seclusion for a hundred years after returning. As long as the Divine Cult exists, we will not reappear."

The Old Monk continued to promise Little Dragon Girl, chanting Buddhist phrases.

This statement also represented his attitude.

After all, he knew that as long as Little Dragon Girl was around, their Shaolin Temple would be suppressed.

Since they couldn't resist, they would give up directly and gain a good impression.

Little Dragon Girl merely nodded faintly, feeling nothing.

But Qiu Chuji and the others below exchanged glances, their hearts stirred.

"Junior Brother, what does the Shaolin Temple mean by that? Are they backing down?"

"What else can they do? Do they want to end up like that Dharma King?"

"As expected of an Immortal, to suppress the Shaolin Temple alone and force them to seal their mountain!"

Their fellow disciples became excited.

The Shaolin Temple, as the Zen Buddhist martial arts center of the world, had a long heritage.

Since ancient times, it had only sealed its mountain twice.

Once during the Northern Wei Emperor Taiwu's and the Northern Zhou Emperor Wu's attempts to destroy Buddhism with the strength of the entire nation.

After the Old Monk finished speaking, he chanted Buddhist phrases and left.

No one stopped him, after all, he was different from the Golden Wheel Dharma King.

Although both were Buddhists, they were also Han Chinese.

"And you, did you also come to cause trouble?"

Little Dragon Girl looked at Dugu Qiubai evenly, asking with some curiosity.

This curiosity wasn't because of Dugu Qiubai, but because of the Great Condor beneath his feet.

Great Condors were common, but a Great Condor two meters tall that could carry a person was something she had never even heard of.