Chapter 482: One Force Subdues Ten Meetings, One Palm Breaks Ten Thousand Laws.

"Heh, is that too strong a word?"A smirk curled at the corner of Ghost Hand’s mouth as he said coldly, "Compared to what happened at Misty Rain Tower and Qingcheng Temple, I think I’m being quite polite!"

The slaughter of the Profound Level experts from Misty Rain Tower and Qingcheng Temple had spread throughout the entire Ancient Martial World over the past few days, and Shaolin, as the leading authority in the Ancient Martial World, naturally received the news early on.

On the surface, Shaolin appeared as calm as ever, but in reality, all members of the temple, especially the Martial Monks, had received orders from the Abbot to be on full alert and ready for any emergency that might arise.

Just now, Abbot Jueren of Shaolin received a report from the Reception Monk at the foot of the mountain, saying a disciple from Myriad Medicine Valley had come to settle scores. He guessed that it must be the person who slaughtered the Profound Level experts of Misty Rain Tower and Qingcheng Temple and thus sent Elder Jueming from the Reception Hall to assess the situation.

After descending the mountain, Jueming saw Fang Bai and Ghost Hand, one an Earth Level beginner Martial Artist and the other a mid-ranked Profound Level Martial Artist, and he felt a sense of contempt, thinking that the Abbot’s demands for an apology and the return of the copied Heaven Rank Technique were quite an overreaction.

Jueming was already somewhat dissatisfied, and upon hearing Ghost Hand’s unfriendly and aggressive tone, bringing up the incident with Misty Rain Tower and Qingcheng Temple as if to threaten Shaolin, he couldn’t help but glare fiercely, his eyes flashing sharply as his energy surged dramatically.

"What, do you mean to repeat what you did at Misty Rain Tower and Qingcheng Temple, to slaughter all our Shaolin Profound Level experts?"

Jueming said sternly, his gaze fixed on Ghost Hand.

The four middle-aged Martial Monks behind him also clenched their fists tightly, their energy bristling with tension.

For a moment, in the small Reception Pavilion, energies clashed, and the situation was as tense as drawn bows, on the verge of erupting into conflict.

"I have no intention of killing, but if Shaolin fails to provide an explanation for the slaughter at Myriad Medicine Valley that day, then things could turn uncertain!"

In the face of the intimidating presence of Jueming and the four Martial Monks behind him, Ghost Hand stood ramrod straight, his chest puffed out, unflinchingly defiant.

Jueming said, "I’ve already apologized on behalf of Shaolin and returned the copied Heaven Rank Technique to you. What more do you want as an explanation?"

Ghost Hand said, "First, I want Abbot Jueren himself to come and apologize to me; and second, strip the involved Martial Monks of their Cultivation Level."

"Patron, you’re going too far!"

Jueming scoffed, "Those two demands are something Shaolin cannot agree to!"

In Jueming’s view, the Abbot’s high status and significant influence in today’s Ancient Martial World meant he could not lower himself to apologize to two juniors over a trivial matter.

The very act of him, an Elder of the Reception Hall, personally stepping in was already giving these two young people plenty of face!

If they continued to be unreasonable and kept causing trouble, Jueming was prepared to take action personally, to suppress them and drive them down the mountain.

Although one of them was an Earth Level beginner Martial Artist, Jueming, together with the four Martial Monks behind him who possessed Profound Level Perfection strength, should have more than enough power to send them away.

"You won’t agree? Then I’ll just have to go up the mountain myself and have a direct discussion with Abbot Jueren!"

Ghost Hand said coldly.

"Even a Clay Bodhisattva has a three-point temper. Although this monk has renounced worldly pursuits, if the patron continues to push too hard, then don’t blame us for not being polite!"

Jueming’s anger rose when he heard Ghost Hand refer to his Abbot as "old monk" without a hint of respect, and he spoke icily.

Ghost Hand shouted, "I thought Shaolin was a place of purity, but it turns out to be an unreasonable place as well! What an eye-opener! If Abbot Jueren continues to hide his head like a shrinking turtle and refuses to show himself, then I’ll have to force my way up the mountain!"

Striding forward, he intended to walk right through the middle of Jueming and the other four martial monks.

"Impudent brat!"

Listening to Ghost Hand’s vulgar words and witnessing his attempt to forcefully barge into the temple, Jueming couldn’t help but furiously snap. His right hand splayed, he reached for Ghost Hand’s left shoulder with his fingers hooked like talons.

His fingers seemed like hooks, creating gusts of wind beneath them, with the True Yuan energy swirling violently around them. He was using the renowned Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand.

The Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand was an extremely formidable grappling technique. Once caught by the five fingers, one’s half body would immediately become numb and lose the ability to resist.

Ghost Hand, although unrivaled at his level, did not dare to be careless in the face of an Earth Level strongman like Jueming. Seeing the claw headed his way, he grunted deeply, channeled True Yuan into his right hand, and swung his fist to meet the incoming claw.

Jueming, sensing the sudden eruption of formidable momentum from Ghost Hand, then realized that his combat power was not much weaker than his own. Shocked and astonished, his expression changed slightly, and he quickly switched from claw to fist, striking with his fist as well.

Boom—

The two fists, charged with True Yuan, collided in mid-air, creating a sound like muffled thunder. The True Yuan that burst out from their fists transformed into powerful shock waves that violently spread outwards. Follow current novels on Novᴇ(l)Fɪre .ɴᴇt

Among the onlookers, Fang Bai stood still in his original position, without the slightest movement, not even a flutter in his clothes. It seemed that the devastating True Yuan shock wave did not affect him in the slightest.

However, the four Profound Level Perfection Martial Monks who had descended the mountain with Jueming couldn’t withstand the power of the True Yuan shockwave. They were sent flying backwards, retreating two to three zhang away, outside the Reception Pavilion.

Even the Reception Pavilion itself swayed and trembled under the impact of the shock wave. If the two continued to exchange blows within the pavilion, it probably wouldn’t take many hits before the structure would collapse.

"This old monk is so strong!"

When Ghost Hand’s fist connected with Jueming’s, he felt an immense force as heavy as a mountain rushing towards him, causing his chest to churn and his blood to boil. He stumbled back two steps before he could dissipate the force and barely managed to stabilize himself.

"This kid’s cultivation technique is weird!"

Jueming was even more shocked than Ghost Hand. He felt that within Ghost Hand’s True Yuan, there was an intense aggressive momentum and an indomitable will. If Ghost Hand’s cultivation level were to advance just a small realm, Jueming might not be able to withstand it.

An average Profound Level middle-tier martial artist was actually able to contend with him, an Earth Level early-stage martial artist—this was simply inconceivable!

"Take my palm too!"

Jueming, after failing to gain any advantage from his punch, felt embarrassed and riled by his competitive spirit. With a loud shout, he transformed his fist into a palm and struck towards Ghost Hand’s chest.

His expression was ferocious and exaggerated, like an enraged Vajra, formidable and awe-inspiring. Within his palm technique, it seemed as though there was an endless Buddhist power capable of suppressing all demons.

This powerful palm, the Great Strength Vajra Hand of Shaolin, was said to have evolved from the Great Vajra Sutra by Dharma Grandmaster. At a high level of mastery, it could crush all opposition with one hand, shattering thousands of techniques with a single palm.

Desperate to save face, Jueming unleashed his palm strike with all his might, aiming to defeat Ghost Hand in one fell swoop.

"All in!"

Although Ghost Hand was unbeatable in his own rank, facing an Earth Level martial artist was still challenging.

When Jueming deployed the Great Strength Vajra Hand, Ghost Hand knew that he likely couldn’t withstand this palm, but he refused to back down and submit. With a fierce glare, he prepared to tap into his potential for a decisive battle against Jueming.

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