As he spoke with relish, The Black Mountain Demon poured himself a cup of fruit wine brewed by the monkey spirits in the mountains.
"Even if I lend those two bald monks ten lion's hearts and tiger's bravery today, they wouldn't dare to come down the mountain to kill me."
Serena Nie lifted her red veil, her expression odd, and said, "The Black Mountain Demon, are you really sure about that?"
"Absolutely!"
The Black Mountain Demon drained the cup of wine in one gulp.
"The old bald monk is still haunted by the psychological shadow I left him and dares not descend the mountain.
"As for the young bald monk, he's far from being a threat; he's not even worth mentioning!"
"Today is my wedding day; who dares to come and disturb it?!"
Finding drinking from a cup unsatisfying, The Black Mountain Demon picked up the wine jug and began to drink heartily.
"Bang," the wooden crate exploded.
Fragments mixed with wood splinters flew out in all directions.
A youthful figure soared into the air and immediately channeled his profound Buddhist power, slapping his palm towards the drinking Black Mountain Demon.
"Demon, today, even a fart from the Buddha can crush you!"
Ethan Shu's sword-like eyebrows shot up as he roared in fury with the Buddhist's Roar.
The sound waves surged like a wild tide, shattering the surrounding utensils and causing a thunderous noise akin to spring lightning, frightening even the ghosts and spirits.
"Pfft..."
The Black Mountain Demon was startled, spraying out the wine he was drinking. In his panic and astonishment, he hastily raised his hand to defend.
"Dong!" their palms collided heavily, sending out white waves of energy that shattered the tables and chairs.
Ethan Shu's palm mixed the power of the Great Strength Vajra Palm and the Buddha's Seal of the Swastika. In his haste, the Black Mountain Demon stood no chance against him.
The Black Mountain Demon's arm exploded in a cloud of black mist, his figure lurching backward, stepping heavily on the wooden boards, which cracked under his weight with "thud, thud" sounds.
"You're the young bald monk from the ancient temple on the mountain top!"
"Amitabha, you're the bald one, and so is your entire family!!"
Ethan Shu pressed his advantage, pushing his martial master's strength to its limit.
The sixth level of the Sutra of the Sutra of Strengthening Sinews and Bones is beyond comparison.
Eighteen Arhat Fist!
Ethan Shu's Buddhist power surged within him, with the vast Buddhist power of the Mirror Realm reinforcing his fists, making his flesh and skin seem gold-plated, shining brightly.
His fists were powerful, moving with the force of a tiger's wind, possessing unlimited strength.
The fists roared, like a tiger pouncing and a dragon roaring, advancing straight towards the Black Mountain Demon.
Caught off guard, the Black Mountain Demon was on the defensive in the first round, losing one arm in the explosion.
Before he could adjust, Ethan Shu pressed his attack, and the black-robed figure was hit eighteen times.
The force of the punches penetrated his body, the Buddhist power vigorous and masculine, causing the demonic power within the Black Mountain Demon to boil, and his body sank into eighteen punch marks before exploding.
"No good, something unexpected has happened?"
The demons and monsters in the hall were startled and at a loss.
It was the Blood Ghost Corpse Demon who reacted first, rushing into the room and witnessing the moment the Black Mountain Demon was defeated.
"The Black Mountain Demon!"
The Pacification General's heart trembled.
What had he seen?
A remarkable and handsome young monk had literally pounded the Black Mountain Demon into pieces with his bare fists.
Even though the Black Mountain Demon present was just a clone, it still demonstrated the young monk's profound Buddhist knowledge and extraordinary martial prowess.
"Bald monk, prepare to die!"
The Pacification General roared in fury, his entire body shrouded in bloody light as he charged towards Ethan Shu.
"The boundless Dharma, the Palm of Great Compassion!"
Another wooden crate exploded, sending wood splinters flying.
An emaciated old monk sat cross-legged in the spot where the crate had been, his entire body radiating golden light as he raised his hand to press down on the Pacification General.
"Amitabha..."
Buddhist chants echoed, and the sound of Buddhist bells was deafening.
A huge golden palm descended from the sky, pressing down on the Pacification General.
"So there's another old monk hiding here; let's see how I'll destroy Buddhism today!!"
The Pacification General roared skyward, his entire body enveloped in blood that turned into a blood armor. Holding a bloodthirsty blade, he struck at Huiming's Merciful and Palm of Great Compassion.
Behind them, the Five Immortals and other demons and monsters arrived.
"Sister, let's attack together."
Clara Ning exclaimed, flying into the air.
"Okay, sister!!"
Serena Nie flew up with Clara Ning to confront the incoming Five Immortals and other wandering spirits.
The red-clothed vengeful demon, who had harmed humans and were burdened with sins, extended their fingernails and stabbed towards Ethan Shu.
"At that time the World Honored One from the flesh mound at the crown of his head released a hundred jewelled light and a thousand petalled rare lotus arose from the midst of the light. Seated within the precious flower was a transformation body of the Thus Come One, whose crown in turn emitted ten rays of the hundred-jewelled effulgence!"
Ethan Shu held the Buddha's Seal of the Swastika in one hand, chanting profound Buddhist mantras in Sanskrit, his Buddhist power turning into myriad mysterious wonders that emanated from his pores.
In an instant, Ethan Shu's body emitted a hundred golden lights, surrounded by a thousand-petaled lotus, with Buddhist light shining brightly and harmoniously.
The seemingly magnificent and harmless light of the Shurangama Mantra Against Fears and Dangers shone on the female demons, hitting them like a hammer.
With a scream, the female demons let out piercing cries upon being illuminated by the Shurangama Mantra Against Fears and Dangers and then vanished into thin air.
"It's a living person!"
"Kill him, drain his yang energy!"
"I want to eat his flesh and blood; don't compete with me!"
"I've heard that monk meat is the most delicious and can enhance cultivation."
"That old monk is skinny; his meat must be tough. I want this young and handsome monk!"
"Forget it, I'll reluctantly eat the old monk; old bones must make a tasty soup.
Like a tidal wave, the demons and spirits in the Black Mountain surged forward, attacking Ethan Shu and Huiming.
"Huh, do you really think I'm an easy target for you to cut up?"
Ethan Shu sneered, flipping his hand and tossing the purple copper bowl he held into the air.
Buddhist power flowed into it, and the purple copper bowl continuously spun and grew larger.
When it reached the midpoint in the air, the purple copper bowl had already become as big as a house, emitting purple-gold waves of light.
"Purple Copper Bowl, suppress them for me!"
Ethan Shu's eyes widened, resembling the fierce guardians of Buddhist temples, commanding awe without fury.
"Thud"
The purple copper bowl crashed down, enclosing the weaker demons and spirits inside.
Buddhist scriptures appeared inside, with Buddhist power surging, like a turning Buddhist scripture oven that would turn them all into ashes.
Elsewhere.
The old monk and the Pacification General engaged in a fierce battle, using their full strength right from the start.
"Prajna Buddha Sarira, Buddhist Light Shines Everywhere!!"
The old monk roared loudly, his usually closed eyes snapping open, his white eyebrows fluttering without wind, and a radiant golden light emanating from his skull. A round, ruby-like bead flew out.
It was the old monk's Buddha sarira!
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