“Hehe, I can hardly wait to tear him apart!”
The giant elephant Taisang cracked his knuckles loudly, his bell-like eyes gleaming with murderous intent, and his entire being exuded an overwhelming, bloodthirsty aura.
“I, too, am reluctant to harm others. But for the sake of the suffering masses in India, plagued by poverty and illness, I have no choice but to unleash a bloody slaughter!”
The Green Lotus Grandmaster pressed his palms together, chanting a Buddhist mantra, positioning himself on the moral high ground as he declared with chilling murderousness, “As they say, if I don’t enter hell, how can I ever become a Buddha?”
“Jiang Taichu is far too arrogant. Even if he is the number one grandmaster of China and has killed Lin Zhenyu, with so many of us joining forces, how could he possibly stand a chance?”
The ancient yoga master Singh crossed his arms and sneered repeatedly.
The Emperor’s Daughter Flower, along with the numerous catalytic spirit liquids, involved far too great an interest. They were enough to forge an ironclad army, catalyze countless ability users, and even enable a peerless figure like the Fire Lotus Grandmaster Wang Zhongyan to step into the Divine Realm. How could they possibly allow Jiang Tian to claim it all for himself?
Especially since India and the Chinese Singaporean Association already had conflicts with the Chinese martial arts world. They absolutely could not allow this divine herb to fall into the hands of a Chinese powerhouse—especially not Jiang Tian, who had swept through the Chinese martial arts world undefeated. Who knew what kind of heaven-defying demon king he might become after consuming it?
“Hehe, enough with the nonsense. Let’s just attack together!”
Jiang Tian’s gaze was indifferent, and his expression remained completely unchanged.
The Emperor’s Daughter Flower was already in his hands. Once Qing’er took it, she would awaken her celestial physique, unlock her cultivation, and no longer have to play the zither with bloodstained fingers. She would be able to embark on the path of cultivation alongside him.
At this moment, even if all the powerhouses of Southeast Asia gathered—or even all the powerhouses of the world—Jiang Tian would not back down, nor would he give up.
He also knew that this battle was extremely perilous.
But even if he had to bleed every last drop, he would defend the Emperor’s Daughter Flower to the death, and he absolutely would not abandon it!
After all, it was precisely the abandonment and surrender of his past life that had forged his endless regret, lasting ten thousand years.
“Are they really going to fight?”
“Master Jiang is truly bursting with domineering aura!”
Huo Qingtian and Wei Feilong exchanged glances, their hearts filled with unease.
Back then, they had joined forces with Zhao Yuankun and still couldn’t gain the upper hand against the Fire Lotus Grandmaster.
Now, with the Fire Lotus Grandmaster and so many Southeast Asian powerhouses attacking together, who could possibly stand against them? This force even had the power to slay a Half-Step Divine Realm expert!
But on the flip side—
If Jiang Tian won this battle, it would truly shake Southeast Asia to its core, and no one would dare to covet the martial arts power of China ever again.
“Kid, you’re quite arrogant!”
“But in my eyes, Chinese martial arts are all garbage. When I smash your head with one punch, let’s see how arrogant you can still be!”
The giant elephant Taisang roared loudly, striding forward with massive steps toward Jiang Tian.
He was a physical-awakening powerhouse, incomparably fierce, possessing the strength of a dragon and elephant, able to shatter fine steel with a single punch.
On the Southeast Asia powerhouse rankings, he could place within the top ten—even stronger than Mongkun, the ancient Muay Thai expert Jiang Tian had encountered on Mount Wu in Qixia County.
There, amid the icy snow, he stood bare-chested, his bronze skin covered in strange, bizarre patterns.
His physique was as towering as a mountain, standing over two meters tall. His bare feet trod upon the ground, each step crushing the ice and snow, shattering solid rock beneath him.
“Since we’re going to fight, I’ll strike first!”
Jiang Tian let out a cold shout, his gaze sharp and fierce as he stepped forward. His jade-white hand extended slowly, then came smashing down from above.
Jiang Tian had finally made a move!
Compared to his previous attacks—killing with a breath or piercing the sky with finger beams—this counted as a true, full-fledged strike.
Jiang Tian’s physical body had been refined through cultivation techniques, completely free of impurities, crystal clear and translucent. His hand was as fair and delicate as a young maiden’s.
But as this seemingly light and airy palm descended, the space five meters above the giant elephant Taisang’s head suddenly trembled violently, rumbling like the sound of thunder.
Then, a massive palm, four meters long, descended from the sky—as if Gong Gong had toppled Mount Buzhou, or as if a Celestial Lord had hurled the Heavenly Reversal Seal!
“Elephant’s Fierce Tusks! Break for me!”
Feeling the immense pressure, the giant elephant Taisang roared at the top of his lungs. His fists shot out like cannonballs, smashing upward with all his might.
Instantly, the phantom of an ancient elephant faintly materialized in the void behind him—he had activated his ability and potential, unleashing the power of a dragon and elephant.
But the giant palm only trembled slightly before continuing its crushing descent.
“Physical Awakening!”
The giant elephant Taisang bellowed, stamping his feet against the ground. Billions of cells in his body instantly boiled over, and his form seemed to sprout like bamboo shoots, swelling to a staggering three meters in height. His trousers were instantly torn apart, shredded by the explosive bulging of his muscles.
He stood like a towering demon god, defiantly bracing against the massive palm.
“Useless! Die!”
Jiang Tian’s expression remained unchanged as he pressed his palm downward.
Then, to the disbelief of everyone present, no matter how the giant elephant Taisang activated his secret techniques, struggled with all his might, or even burned his own essence blood, he was still forced to his knees by Jiang Tian’s palm—and finally, embedded deep into the ice and snow.
Accompanied by heart-wrenching screams and a chilling series of cracking bones, amidst splattering blood, the giant elephant Taisang was reduced to a pile of flesh and bone in mere moments.
“Against the enemy, there’s no need for rules—attack together!”
The Sky Connector Oyela fixed her sinister, venomous gaze on Jiang Tian. With an aged cry, she planted her wooden staff into the ground, formed strange hand seals, and swung her arms violently.
Between her hands, sharp ice cones, half a meter long and crystal clear like diamonds, began to condense.
“Go!”
One after another, the ice cones shot forth like arrows released from a bowstring, tearing through the wind and snow, piercing through the void, and hurtling toward Jiang Tian.
“Oh?”
Jiang Tian was slightly taken aback, his gaze sharpening.
Oyela truly lived up to her title as a Sky Connector—she could actually manipulate ice and snow.
Though she hadn’t reached the level of a Dao Body, capable of controlling the vital energies of heaven and earth, she was still quite impressive.
One could say she was far more formidable than the Daoist masters Jiang Tian had encountered before, such as Yang Guochang of the Maoshan Sect.
But the next moment, Jiang Tian smirked. “Hmph, challenging me in the arcane arts? You’re still too green. Demonic Flame Qi Weapon!”
Swish!
Jiang Tian formed a sword gesture with his fingers and slashed out a Demonic Flame Qi Weapon. The weapon burned at an extreme temperature, and the ice cones stood no chance—they shattered and vaporized in an instant, sending clouds of white mist rising into the air.
“He even knows sorcery?”
Oyela’s body shuddered, and she stumbled back several steps, clutching her chest as she spat out a mouthful of blood. Her eyes were filled with utter shock and disbelief as she stared at Jiang Tian.
“Corpse Fiends! Kill him!”
The next moment, she roared, raising her withered wooden staff and shaking it violently. A surge of black smoke rolled forth.
From the black mist, over a dozen Corpse Fiends emerged—gaunt and skeletal, yet their bodies gleamed with a metallic luster, brimming with boundless explosive power. They leaped and bounded about, brandishing their claws and fangs, howling and shrieking as they charged at Jiang Tian.
“These Corpse Fiends were refined from Qing Dynasty zombies using secret methods. They were fed mercury and soaked in copper water. A single one is enough to kill a Transformation Realm expert. With so many… let’s see how you can possibly hold them off!”
Oyela leaned on her staff, grinning smugly.
“Pathetic. A mere dabble in corpse refinement, and you dare to act recklessly in front of me?”
Jiang Tian shook his head in disdain. He summoned the Lightning-Destroying Wood and, under the horrified gazes of the crowd, summoned a bolt of lightning as thick as a wrist.
Then, using his lightning-control technique, he shaped it into a spear of thunder and hurled it without mercy.
CRACK—BOOM!
The lightning spear struck the Corpse Fiends one after another. Such vile, filthy creatures were most vulnerable to thunder. In the blink of an eye, they were reduced to charred fragments and scattered ash, crumbling into nothingness!
“You even know lightning techniques?!” Oyela was utterly horrified.
Lightning techniques were the most difficult spells to master! Did Jiang Taichu truly command them as well? This was simply outrageous.
“Not necessarily. He just has a magical treasure!”
“I, the humble monk, shall test this little demon!”
The Green Lotus Grandmaster roared in fury, forming Buddhist hand seals with his right hand while muttering incantations and chanting Buddha’s name.
Instantly, golden light radiated from his body and his Zen staff.
He stood like a true Buddha incarnate, exuding an aura of solemnity, sanctity, and majesty.
“Master Jiang, be careful!”
Wei Feilong cried out in alarm, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
“This man is the number one monk of India, with countless followers. His Zen staff gathers the power of collective faith and merit!” Huo Qingtian also warned.
This purple-gold Zen staff was a Buddhist sacred treasure. The Green Lotus Grandmaster used it to guide souls to salvation, accumulating merit and receiving the worship of millions across India. Empowered by faith and devotion, its might was limitless.
Once this staff was unleashed, even a Half-Step Divine Realm expert would have to tread cautiously and retreat.
“Little demon, die!”
The Green Lotus Grandmaster formed seals with his left hand, gathering the power of faith. Then, with a flick of his graying brows, he glared at Jiang Tian like an enraged Vajra. He swung his left hand, wielding the Zen staff, and brought it crashing down upon Jiang Tian like Mount Tai descending.
At the moment the staff struck, massive green lotuses, each the size of a basin, bloomed in the void. Carved like green jade, their edges were razor-sharp as they spun toward Jiang Tian, slicing through the air.
“This—this is the Wrathful Buddha’s Green Lotus!”
“Truly worthy of India’s number one monk!”
Countless onlookers gasped in awe, drawing sharp breaths.
This was the supreme technique of Indian Buddhism, capable of slaying peak Transformation Realm experts with terrifying power. It was an esoteric, closely guarded secret, extremely difficult to master—yet the Green Lotus Grandmaster had actually managed to execute it.
“Hmph! Nonsense about faith. How many followers do you even have? Ridiculous!”
Jiang Tian sneered coldly and threw a punch.
With this single punch, Jiang Tian shifted his fist momentum six times in succession, flowing with natural grace like an antelope hanging its horns—effortless and uniquely artistic.
Finally, the boundless fist momentum traced a smooth arc, breaking through the nine green lotuses with perfect precision.
CRACK! CRACK! Amid the crisp shattering sounds, as the lotuses crumbled, Jiang Tian’s fist momentum continued undiminished, striking the Green Lotus Grandmaster squarely in the chest.
“Hmph!”
The Green Lotus Grandmaster let out a muffled groan. The sandalwood prayer beads on his chest suddenly blazed with light, attempting to block Jiang Tian’s fist force.
But Jiang Tian’s fist force was terrifyingly powerful. The beads glowed brighter and brighter before shattering one after another, turning to powder.
The Green Lotus Grandmaster couldn’t withstand the blow. He was sent hurtling through the air, flailing wildly, and flew over five meters before crashing to the ground.
“What martial art is this? Since when did China produce a martial art that can destroy faith power?”
The Green Lotus Grandmaster’s eyes were filled with fear and disbelief.
“This is called One Force Breaks All Techniques. I can destroy your faith power with nothing but raw fist force. If we were competing in mental strength, you’d have been dead long ago!”
Jiang Tian sneered scornfully. He unleashed his divine sense, sending a wave of mental energy surging toward his opponent.
“Block it!”
The Green Lotus Grandmaster quickly raised his Zen staff horizontally. A golden shield of Buddha light formed in front of him.
CRACK—the golden shield shattered in an instant. THUD! The Green Lotus Grandmaster was sent flying back over five meters, nearly spitting out blood.
