Chapter 701: The three Buddhist Diamonds battle the Land Immortal Su Hang

Master Wuchen heard this, and the veins on his forehead bulged. "Do you take me for a fool? You are no more than twenty, yet you have such terrifying cultivation. This can no longer be explained by mere natural talent."

"Heh, think what you want, but you all have to stay here today!"

As he spoke, Su Hang shook his spear and actually took the initiative to charge toward the dozens of people opposite him.

The spear rolled through the crowd like a dragon.

"Pfft, pfft..."

Blood splashed. Every time the spear swept out, it took a head. In just two breaths, four or five first-grade martial masters had lost their lives, and the rest were so terrified that they fled in all directions.

Su Hang was about to press his advantage when Master Wuchen took a step and blocked Su Hang's path.

Su Hang frowned, pointed his spear at Master Wuchen, and shouted sharply: "Get out of the way!"

"Evil obstacle!"

Master Wuchen was furious. He reached out his hand toward Su Hang and struck with a palm. A fierce golden light condensed in his palm, and a small Buddhist statue vaguely appeared in his palm, emitting strong Buddhist power fluctuations.

"Bang!"

With a loud explosion, Master Wuchen struck the shaft of the spear with his palm. The powerful force shook Su Hang's body violently, and a huge thrust came from the spear, forcing Su Hang to stumble back a few steps before stabilizing, his face turning pale.

"Eh?"

Master Wuchen's pupils shrank. The young man in front of him had actually used his physical strength to take his Buddhist seal. Although he hadn't used his full strength, being able to do this proved that Su Hang had truly reached the peak of this world.

One had to know that this Buddhist seal contained a trace of the Buddha's power.

"Good lad!"

"Old Wuchen, don't dawdle with him. Let's join forces to slaughter him and snatch his treasure."

Just then, two figures jumped out from the crowd. Both had snow-white hair and beards, wore identical gray robes, and their auras were surging—they were clearly two great Buddhist Diamonds.

Both of them were monks.

Master Wuchen snorted coldly. He naturally knew these two: Abbot Huitong of the Indian Temple and Head Monk Jingkong of the Discipline Hall, who were once as famous as him. They had fought Master Wuchen before, but none were his match and had eventually been defeated.

"You two, don't you want the Blood Jade Pagoda?" Master Wuchen looked at them and said indifferently.

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"Hmph!"

Monk Jingkong sneered. "The Blood Jade Pagoda is indeed precious, but this guy is too strange. I'm afraid if we keep fighting, we will be the ones to suffer. Besides, we are all Indians; how can we let a Central Plains brat outshine us?"

Master Wuchen's face was cold, but he didn't argue further.

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"Old thief Wuchen, aren't you very arrogant? Keep coming." Su Hang held his spear and pointed it at Master Wuchen.

Master Wuchen's face turned cold. He looked at Huitong and Jingkong and said: "Attack together. After it's done, the Heart Sutra is yours."

Jingkong and Huitong were overjoyed. Without hesitation, they stood on the left and right, sandwiching Su Hang in the middle. The monk and the Daoist simultaneously channeled their internal power, and a ball of golden energy gathered between their palms, rotating slowly.

"Amitabha, Benefactor, you are young yet have already stepped into the Land Immortal realm. You are truly gifted. In time, you would surely become the world's number one. But it is a pity that you will fall at the hands of the three of us today. It is truly sad and lamentable..." ===== CHAPTER 703 =====