Chapter 368: Wanfo Chaozong

The couple and the young man approaching were none other than Baozupo, Baozugong, and A Xing.

A few days ago, A Xing had been struck by a palm from Yu Liancheng; after a period of recuperation, not only had his injuries fully healed, but he had also opened up all the meridians in his body, allowing his True Qi to flow freely, placing him among the ranks of top-tier experts, though he lacked combat experience and some basic martial arts knowledge.

Originally, it should have been Wang Jianglong who taught him, acting as his half-master.

But after joining the "Qinglong Society," Wang Jianglong was busy with affairs and entrusted A Xing to his good friends, the couple Baozugong and Baozupo.

Baozugong and Baozupo originally had a son who died in a fighting ring; if he were alive today, he would be about the same age as A Xing. Furthermore, although A Xing was a small-time hoodlum, it was only a layer of dust on the surface, while his heart remained pure, so the couple grew quite fond of him and taught him with care, leading to his rapid progress.

After Yu Liancheng crushed the government and the concession armies, he headed alone toward the municipal government center.

Wang Jianglong was quite worried, but he had to clean up the aftermath in Night Shanghai and could not get away, so he sent someone to ask the couple Baozugong and Baozupo to check on the situation, which led to the scene currently unfolding.

Relying on an intuition from the void, Huoyun Xieshen suddenly launched an attack on A Xing.

Although he was injured at this time, relying on his refined and profound cultivation, every gesture he made still possessed the power of Collapsing Mountain and splitting stone.

A Xing's martial arts were extremely high, no longer inferior to old seniors like Wang Jianglong, but after all, he was still a novice and was caught off guard.

Fortunately, the couple Baozugong and Baozupo were old hands in the martial world, and the two joined forces to block the move.

Baozugong said coldly: "Is Your Excellency the legendary Ultimate Killer Fire Cloud Cthulhu? I do not know why you would want to deal a lethal blow to our little brother here."

Huoyun Xieshen let out a cold snort, too lazy to explain, suppressing his injuries and erupting with his full strength, intending to cut the Gordian knot and slaughter all three of them here.

Clearly, he had made a wrong decision.

……

Boom!!

Yu Liancheng and Yu Luosha had begun a battle that transcended the mundane, with hurricanes raging and sweeping through everything.

Yu Liancheng had previously fought Huoyun Xieshen; even though he had mastered the God of War Record and could absorb the power of heaven and earth at all times, his essence, Qi, and spirit had still been consumed, and he had not reached his peak.

And Yu Luosha, having failed in his sneak attack, was instead struck by a palm from Yu Liancheng, causing his Qi and Blood to surge.

In a way, the two could be considered to be in a fair duel.

Under their bombardment, which exceeded anything a mortal could imagine, the space within a radius of several hundred meters suddenly began to shake, like a small boat in a raging ocean.

As the force of their energy exploded, building after building was destroyed, collapsing and overturning in succession; the sturdy reinforced concrete structures were torn apart and shattered before them like dregs of tofu.

The heavens and earth lost their color, and the sun and moon were without light.

This was the power unleashed by two peerless experts at full strength.

Yu Liancheng could feel that this new generation of Xieshen was indeed much more formidable than the old Xieshen.

And compared to the old Xieshen's singular fist and foot techniques, the martial arts practiced by this new Xieshen were even more complex.

Heavenly Silkworm Skill, Fire Cloud Palm, Bodhidharma's Three Absolutes, Tathagata's Great Handprint, Cihang Cassock... every one of them was a top-tier absolute art of the current age, and among them, many were actually Buddhist martial arts.

Of course, if one were to speak of the breadth of martial arts knowledge, Yu Liancheng was by no means inferior to the master of the Rakshasa Gate.

The two fought faster and more intensely.

And the center of their battle was not just the municipal government center, but kept shifting due to the fighting.

However, because Yu Liancheng viewed Great Shanghai as his own possession, he naturally did not want to turn it into a mess with countless casualties, and he intentionally avoided head-on clashes.

According to Yu Liancheng's thoughts, it would be best if the two could throw themselves into the endless ocean to fight.

But the Rakshasa Gate master's offensive was too swift and fierce, and when the battlefield shifted to a certain concession, the most intense collision between the two erupted once again.

Rumble!!

The power of the peerless experts to collapse mountains and rivers was unleashed without doubt; the vigorous True Qi overflowed, whipping up violent gusts of energy, causing building after building to hum and tremble, producing cracks with a 'crack, crack' sound that quickly spread, eventually collapsing with a roar.

"Heavenly Father, I praise you; you are our God, you are omnipotent, please grant us peace."

"Ah, it's the end of the world, run!"

The concession area was in chaos; cries of alarm and weeping were a jumbled mess, and panicked crowds could be seen fleeing everywhere in the streets and alleys. Everyone felt an indescribable fear, as if the sky were falling, running in all directions in terror, not knowing where to flee.

In just a minute or two, several long streets in the concession seemed to have been bombed by thousands of bombs; the prosperous and noisy district turned into a ruin, with smoke and dust flying.

These human structures were simply too fragile before the two peerless experts, as fragile as if they were made of paper, shattering at a touch.

"Roar!"

The Rakshasa Gate master was forced into a retreat by Yu Liancheng; with a roar and a shake of his arms, facing this unprecedentedly strong enemy, he unleashed one of his trump card techniques, the "Six Gods Art," his aura impacting the high heavens, majestic and solemn like a god.

The Six Gods Art is divided into six forms.

Thunder God's Swiftness, swift as a thunderbolt, fast as lightning.

Vajra's Dissolution, tyrannical and vigorous, energy like a drill.

Bodhisattva's Destruction, scorching like fire, melting iron and casting gold.

Guanyin's Chaos, a thousand hands striking together, chaotic and formless.

Tathagata's Breaking, earth-shattering, the strongest of the six gods.

In ordinary times, any one move of this "Six Gods Art" would have the effect of settling the outcome, allowing him to kill strong enemies and decide victory. But at this moment, the Rakshasa Gate master felt it was not safe enough. His figure, aura, and hand seals changed six times in succession; the void trembled and rang, and the six Faxiang of the Thunder God, Vajra, Lohan, Bodhisattva, Guanyin, and Tathagata appeared one after another.

Each Faxiang was over a hundred meters tall, a magnificent sight; the six Faxiang struck simultaneously, unleashing the most terrifying blow to annihilate the demon that was Yu Liancheng.

"Buddhist martial arts? It just so happens that I know some too."

Yu Liancheng pinched a lotus seal, his body permeated with a grand, majestic, and solemn charm, and a Buddhist "卍" symbol bloomed with light in his palm, shining for ten miles. The entire broken concession seemed to be shrouded in a layer of sacred radiance, with Heavenly Flowers Falling in Disorder and golden lotuses springing from the ground.

Under the shroud of the Buddha light, a giant Fotu rose from the ground behind Yu Liancheng, reaching a height of over a thousand meters in the blink of an eye; its massive presence filled the heavens and earth, hands pressed together, golden light brilliant, and everything before it seemed as small as an ant, only able to prostrate in worship.

Sanskrit sounds rang out, shaking the void, possessing a magic that penetrated straight to the soul. The Westerners, gentlemen, and compradors fleeing in a panic in the concession all knelt on the ground, abandoning their original faiths, their faces showing piety as they worshipped the miracle.

"Evil obstacle, how dare you be presumptuous before this deity?"

The Fotu roared with a thunderous voice, and thousands of golden arms manifested behind it, suddenly opening wide in unison as if supporting the heavens and earth, setting off incomparable golden ripples that spread in all directions.

The ninth form of the Tathagata Palm—Wanfo Chaozong!