Chapter 59: Golden Wheel Dharma King

At this moment, Temujin found himself in a state of utter despair: within, Guo Jing, a master of unparalleled skill, pursued him relentlessly; without, Nie Huaishang commanded thousands of cavalrymen who were ruthlessly slaughtering his forces.

More critically, he still had not shaken off Guo Jing's pursuit. If this continued, once his army collapsed, the only path awaiting him would be death.

At this moment, under the protection of those around him, Temujin mounted his warhorse, intending to flee. But how could Guo Jing allow him to succeed? If Temujin escaped, who knew when Guo Jing would have the chance to kill him again?

Thinking of the numbers recorded in history books, thinking of those who had died by his hand, Guo Jing's killing intent surged. With a casual palm strike, he killed a nearby soldier, then snatched the soldier's spear and hurled it with all his might toward Temujin.

Temujin, who was riding away, suddenly heard a tearing sound from behind. He turned back and saw a spear streaking toward him like a falling star.

The spear came too fast; Temujin realized he could not dodge in time and could only watch silently as it approached.

Am I to die like this? In that brief second, Temujin recalled many things from his past.

Years ago, his father Yesugei had been poisoned by the Tatars; his uncle Targhutai had usurped power; he and his mother had been abandoned by their clan.

A few years later, fearing that the growing Temujin would become a future threat, the Taichi'ud clan sent men to capture him, placing a wooden cangue on him while his clansmen took turns guarding him.

He waited for the right moment, overturned his guards, and escaped only with the help of the Chila'un family.

By the time he was eighteen, the former enemy, the Merkit tribe's chief Tode, had stolen his wife.

Only with the help of his close brother Jamukha and his adoptive father Wang Han did he reclaim his bride and rebuild the Kiyat clan.

His life had endured too many hardships. He had experienced the hatred of a father's murder and the grievance of a wife's theft, yet these past trials had not broken him; instead, they had tempered his will.

But why? Why take his life just as he was about to achieve hegemony, just as he was about to become the sole leader of the Mongols?

He had too many things left undone. He had not yet destroyed the Tatar tribe to avenge his father's murder. He had not yet unified the Mongolian Plateau, forging the fractured Mongols into a tight fist to defeat the Jin Kingdom, which oppressed the Mongols day after day.

He had too many things left unfinished. To die like this—how could he accept it?

At that moment, as if the Eternal Heaven had answered his plea, the spear that should have pierced his body was blocked by a golden wheel.

Seeing this, Temujin immediately spurred his horse and fled the scene of danger.

In complete contrast to Temujin's wild elation, Guo Jing, upon seeing his certain killing blow blocked, flew into a rage.

Guo Jing glared angrily at the figure before him: robed in yellow, extremely tall and thin, his body as slender as a bamboo pole, his forehead slightly sunken, resembling a shallow dish.

This man should not have come at this time. Guo Jing remembered that this man would only accept the title of National Preceptor of the Great Mongol State several decades later.

"Amitabha, benefactor. The person you seek to kill is not yet destined to die. Please spare his life."

The Golden Wheel Dharma King pleaded in a low voice. To be honest, if he had not felt, as if by the will of the Eternal Heaven in the unseen, that he must protect Temujin, he would truly have no desire to make an enemy of the youth before him.

The youth's palm force was fierce and powerful, no less than his own eight-layered Elephant Prajna Art. Besides that peerless, fierce palm technique, the even more domineering Thunder Method made him retreat three steps, unwilling to engage him directly.

Moreover, how old was he? Judging by his appearance, he was no more than twelve or thirteen. With such cultivation at such a young age, in time he would surely far surpass him.

However, Guo Jing showed no courtesy to the Golden Wheel Dharma King's request. He turned to the Dharma King and threatened with killing intent:

"Great monk, you had best step aside now. If you block me today, I will one day leave not even a chicken or dog alive among the entire Vajra Sect of the Esoteric Teaching."

What a joke! If Temujin's life is not destined to end today, then are the lives of those he will slaughter in the future destined to end?

Thinking of the Han compatriots who would one day die by Temujin's hand, Guo Jing's heart was filled with killing intent. Whoever blocked him from killing Temujin now would face a fight to the death with him.

"Since the benefactor insists, then this monk has no choice but to offend you."

He had traveled thousands of miles to this place solely to protect Temujin. He had learned in a dream that Temujin was the one destined to lead the rise of the Mongols; he absolutely could not allow anyone to kill Temujin.

"Great monk, since it is so, I will kill you first, then go on to kill Temujin."

After speaking coldly, Guo Jing launched a Flying Dragon Soaring in the Sky against the Golden Wheel Dharma King. Facing this fierce strike, the Golden Wheel Dharma King countered with an even more powerful technique.

One palm strike scattered the golden dragon, then the attack continued unabated toward Guo Jing. Although the Small Formless Art and the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms were both peerless martial arts under heaven,

the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art cultivated by the Golden Wheel Dharma King was no less. As the supreme protective divine art of the Xizangmi Sect, its external technique could make palm force fierce, domineering, and unstoppable.

Each layer mastered added the strength of one dragon and one elephant. Upon mastering the tenth layer, one would possess the colossal strength of ten dragons and ten elephants, a force weighing nearly a thousand jin. The Golden Wheel Dharma King was moreover an unparalleled martial genius.

After more than twenty years of bitter cultivation of the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art, he had reached the eighth layer, possessing the colossal strength of eight dragons and eight elephants, a force weighing eight hundred jin.

Guo Jing, who had cultivated the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms and the Small Formless Art for only one year, naturally could not contend with the Golden Wheel Dharma King.

However, if the Small Formless Art and the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms could not contend with the Golden Wheel Dharma King, he still had the Five Thunder Orthodoxy. Moreover, the Qi he cultivated in the Special Forces world was such that even if the Golden Wheel Dharma King reached the tenth layer, he would not fear him.

Immediately, he unleashed a Palm Thunder. Facing this surging Palm Thunder, the Golden Wheel Dharma King dared not meet it head-on. No matter how many jin of colossal strength he possessed, he was still flesh and blood; how could he dare to withstand Thunder?

While Guo Jing and the Golden Wheel Dharma King clashed, Temujin, having shaken off Guo Jing's pursuit, commanded his army to withdraw immediately. Having just suffered Nie Huaishang's assault, his forces had suffered countless casualties, and defeat was now certain.

Temujin decided to lead his troops away quickly to preserve the living strength of his army, but how could Nie Huaishang allow him to succeed? Leading his army, he clung to them tightly, refusing to let go.

Before coming, he and Guo Jing had agreed on their division of labor: Guo Jing was responsible for pursuing and killing Temujin, while Nie Huaishang was responsible for destroying Temujin's foundation.

This time, even if they could not kill Temujin, they would at least cripple him. Moreover, while Guo Jing was blocked by the Golden Wheel Dharma King, Nie Huaishang was not.

Temujin's heart was as sharp as a knife as he looked at his slaughtered clansmen. Just as he was about to boost morale and launch a proper counterattack,

a youth holding a long spear led cavalrymen charging toward him. Wherever the youth passed, it was as if he entered a realm with no one to oppose him. The youth was none other than Nie Huaishang.