Twin Pupils Were Already the Path of Invincibility-Why Borrow Another's Bones?

The sun wasn't out today, and the monks' seats weren't particularly noticeable among the crowd.

The Divine Monk Huai Kong sat on a futon, opposite a monk with a thick beard, large eyebrows and big eyes, muscles like a coiled dragon, and a faint glow emanating from his body.

Beside the senior monk was a thin, short monk who looked emaciated and short, with arms as thin as sticks, but with particularly thick joints.

"Fayuan, your little grand-disciple is indeed born with the physique of a dragon and an elephant, possessing immense strength, but..."

Huai Kong looked at the thin, frail little monk and praised him.

The senior monk opposite is the abbot of Longxiang Ancient Temple, Zen Master Fayuan.

Fa Yuan stroked his bald head and laughed heartily, "You'll be a master at slaying demons and monsters in the future. I may never beat you in this lifetime, but my grand-disciple might just be able to defeat your grand-disciple."

The Longxiang Ancient Temple and the Hanging Temple differ in their underlying philosophies.

The Longxiang Ancient Temple upholds the principle of punishing evil and promoting good, and believes that killing is not killing people, but rather killing to protect life. Therefore, most of its monks are martial monks. The Hanging Temple, on the other hand, is compassionate and focuses on salvation.

The two temples had disagreements when dealing with matters in Southern Border.

Fayuan believed that the problem should be eradicated completely, while Huai Kong believed that the problem should be gradually reformed through persuasion.

Finally, the two agreed that whoever used their own method to defeat a Seventh Realm Demon Saint first would have the final say.

When Shang Qinqing appeared, Zen Master Fayuan hadn't even left his room yet, and he had already suffered a crushing defeat...

"Let bygones be bygones," Huai Kong said, shaking his head.

"I haven't finished yet. Cultivating physical strength also requires cultivating the mind. If you wish to contemplate emptiness and enter the Hanging Temple to read the scriptures, you can come anytime."

"You should read scriptures, but not too many."

Fa Yuan frowned, his thick eyebrows furrowing. "Otherwise, he'll end up like your Cang Ai... cough, who gave him that Dharma name? Such a promising talent, all he does is take beatings and never fight back. What kind of talk is that? Why don't you let him learn some martial arts from me for a few days?"

Huai Kong shook his head. If the two continued talking, it would turn into a dispute over the lineage of the Dao.

"That child truly possesses profound Buddhist roots and a pure heart; he's not cut out for martial arts, but a born Buddhist."

"I'd like to see just how..." Fa Yuan turned to look at the arena, then suddenly paused, startled.

"Hmm? Why is your Buddhist disciple emanating demonic Demon Qi...?"

On the ring.

Has Brother Murong become more powerful?

Jiang Chulong looked at Murong Xiao; she had almost given up just now.

She couldn't break through the Immovable Wisdom King's golden body before, but now Murong Xiao has horns on his head and fine scales on his face, making him look even more powerful.

An uproar erupted around them.

Jiang Chulong turned around and saw Big Brother Li waving in the crowd, seemingly saying something. Was he cheering her on?

So Princess Little Jiang perked up again and decided to try once more.

She slowed her breathing and closed her eyes.

In the darkness, she could see her opponent's weaknesses more clearly; the Dragon-Slaying Sword Art aimed to defeat the strong with the weak.

Jiang Chulong suddenly leaped up, flicked the tip of her sword, and thrust it straight upwards.

Puff--

"Huh?"

The sword tip pierced Murong Xiao's shoulder. Jiang Chulong opened her eyes in a daze, her almond-shaped eyes behind the cool sunglasses filled with confusion.

That's way too easy.

Plop... A drop of blood flowed down the blade.

Everyone could clearly see that Murong Xiao's Wisdom King golden body, which had never been broken by anyone, had been breached.

But many people were equally bewildered, not understanding what had just happened.

"... I lost."

Murong Xiao wanted to cry but had no tears. The wound on his shoulder was still healing, and at a rapid pace.

The problem is that his golden body has been affected by the Demon Qi and has temporarily lost its effectiveness. Originally, the two were in balance: the Buddha's light maintained the golden body, and the Demon Qi healed the wounds. Now, the balance between the two has been disrupted.

"This young girl is quite impressive!"

"Hiss... Something's not right. How could Master Cang Ai's Immovable Wisdom King Body suddenly break down?"

"Was he just emitting black smoke?"

Everything happened too fast.

Everyone was still completely bewildered.

But beneath the canopy, the princes and princesses, each with a different expression, all turned to look at Jiang Yu, who had just stepped down from the stage.

Murong Xiao is a half-demon, and also has a bloodline related to dragons.

But that's not the point. The point is Jiang Chulong's swordsmanship.

The sword that slays dragons.

Jiang Yu possesses the True Dragon Body...

"Who taught her such treasonous swordsmanship?" the Eighth Prince slammed his fist on the table.

Jiang Yu didn't turn around, but calmly said, "It doesn't matter who taught me. I will tell the world that this swordsmanship is meaningless and useless to learn."

Just as he was speaking, the Map of Mountains and Rivers was facing him.

The sound reached both inside and outside the Imperial Capital, and for a moment, all was silent.

No one doubted that there was anything inappropriate in his words.

It just reminds people that Jiang Chulong's next opponent is him.

"Brother Li, you know where my weakness lies, I didn't mean it..."

Murong Xiao was injured, but his face was full of guilt.

"Big Brother Li, I won!" Jiang Chulong jumped off the stage, excitedly announcing.

"..."

Li Mo opened his mouth, looking helplessly at her excited little face, and pondered for a moment, "Chulong, why don't you just jump off the stage later?"

Why?

Jiang Chulong blinked, puzzled, and said, "But Big Brother Li and the teacher both said that no matter what difficulties we encounter, we shouldn't be afraid, we should keep our spirits up, and we shouldn't lose face!"

"Then you now..."

"Very... very energetic!"

Princess Little Jiang adjusted her askew sunglasses, looking energetic but actually timid and flustered.

Li Mo stroked her head, his feelings a mix of emotions, wondering what he should say...

But then they heard Jiang Chulong, head bowed, say:

"Big Brother Li, I can't always be protected by you."

Li Mo suddenly remembered the joyful and excited look in her eyes when she watched "Heavenly Palace".

Watching her loosen her grip on his clothes, wave, and step forward, she was about to stand opposite Jiang Yu.

"Etc!"

Li Mo suddenly jumped onto the arena.

Jiang Chulong turned around. "Big Brother Li, I can manage by myself..."

"I believe you, but I have something to say, and then I'll leave."

Li Mo ignored the Heaven Patrol Guard approaching from all sides, and focused his energy in his Dantian, saying:

"Double pupils are the invincible path, why borrow the bones of others!"

The sound, too, traveled through the Map of Mountains and Rivers to extremely distant places.

Those present, whether martial arts practitioners or commoners and nobles, all looked bewildered and completely baffled.

But the few who knew the inside story all changed their expressions.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yu's body trembled slightly, and even his originally suffocatingly powerful Divine Intent showed a slight vibration.