The ground of the platform exploded.
He shot straight toward Wuchen and threw a punch.
Caught off guard, Wuchen raised his bowl to block.
Clang!
The fist slammed into the Demon-Suppressing Bowl.
The golden bowl flew backward and crashed into Wuchen's chest.
Wuchen spat out blood and slid back several zhang.
Rujie shook out his hand.
"This pot's pretty tough."
Chen Changqing added from below the platform.
"It probably wouldn't leak broth when stewing meat."
The Heavenly Sound Temple disciples finally burst out laughing.
Rujie laughed as well.
Wuchen's face, however, turned bright red.
"Chen Changqing!"
Chen Changqing waved a hand.
"Fight your fight. What are you looking at me for?"
Wuchen was so enraged that his breath faltered for a beat.
Rujie seized the opening. Behind him, the Tiger-Subduing Arhat raised its palm again.
A massive tiger descended from midair, its claw striking the Demon-Suppressing Bowl.
The Demon-Suppressing Bowl let out a piercing tremor.
Wuchen's arms went numb, and he staggered back several steps.
Rujie did not stop.
One punch.
Two punches.
Three punches.
With every punch that landed, the Buddhist light on the Demon-Suppressing Bowl dimmed another degree.
The expressions of the Great Thunder Sound Temple monks grew increasingly grim.
The Half-Step True Lord elder finally could not sit still.
"Enough!"
He raised a hand and pressed down toward the platform.
The pressure of a Half-Step True Lord descended, directly cracking the platform's barrier.
Rujie's body sank.
The Tiger-Subduing Arhat was forced to halt as well.
The Heavenly Sound Temple monks' expressions changed drastically.
The old monk Huiming roared in fury.
"Xuan Ku, how dare you interfere!"
Elder Xuan Ku remained expressionless.
"Wuchen has already won. The Heavenly Sound Temple's Buddhist Son used an evil art of unknown origin. I am merely stopping him from harming others."
Rujie