Hearing Leng Feng's taunt, the Indian monk did not retort but continued,
"Amitabha, Benefactor Leng, your killing aura is too strong. If you don't mind, this humble monk can help you resolve it."
"Heh, you monk, you meddle in too many affairs. How about we spar tonight?"
Leng Feng said with a smile, then flew directly towards the Indian monk A San, throwing a punch.
"Monk, you say my killing aura is too strong, then fight with me and extinguish my killing aura."
"Amitabha, Benefactor Leng misunderstands."
A San spoke, dodging Leng Feng's punch with a sidestep. He shook his head slightly, his face full of compassion.
"Yo! Good moves!"
Leng Feng exclaimed, refusing to back down. He rushed towards A San again, throwing another punch. This punch was even more powerful than the first, and after throwing it, he threw another, blocking A San's escape route.
Unexpectedly, A San didn't dodge this time. Instead, he clasped his hands together, sat cross-legged in the air, and a golden light emanated from his body, making him appear golden.
"Boom, boom, boom!!!"
Leng Feng's two punches landed on A San. However, upon closer inspection, it was discovered that Leng Feng's punches had exploded upon contact with the golden light around A San. A San's body remained motionless, unharmed.
The surrounding crowd narrowed their eyes at this sight. The Vajra Body of Buddhism was a formidable defensive technique.
It was unexpected that this seemingly ordinary monk had mastered the Vajra Body of Buddhism. It was known that the Vajra Body required immense perseverance, great vows, and profound compassion to cultivate. Individuals who achieved this were destined to attain Bodhisattva status at the very least within Buddhism.
"Benefactor Leng, how about we discuss the Dao? I have a Buddhist scripture that can purify your mind."
A San spoke slowly, his face sincere.
"Damn it! Boring! In my philosophy, discussion of the Dao involves fighting, not sitting! Monk, are you fighting or not?"
Leng Feng raised an eyebrow, growing impatient. However, he did not continue his attack. Since the Indian monk refused to fight, there was no point in him fighting alone.
"Are the people from the Desolate Hall always so overbearing? Since Master A San does not wish to contend with you, why do you insist on being unreasonable?"
From a distance, someone spoke. It was Lieyang Tian from the Tai Ri Divine Sect. Dressed in white, he looked at Leng Feng with a frown.
"Overbearing? What, do you want to fight in place of this monk? Then come and try."
Leng Feng retorted with disdain and charged directly at Lieyang Tian.
"Boom!" This time, Leng Feng's body erupted with astonishing aura, his eyes filled with fighting spirit. He clenched his fists, and a colossal figure seemed to follow closely behind him.
Anyone could tell that Leng Feng was fighting seriously this time.
"I detest hypocrites who are fond of preaching the most!"
Leng Feng roared and threw a punch. Simultaneously, the phantom behind him became more solid, and it also threw a punch.
"Rumble!!!" A terrifying aura erupted. Between the two, Leng Feng's fist, like a ferocious beast, charged towards Lieyang Tian. The ground it passed over was gouged out, and dust billowed.
"You are seeking death!"
Lieyang Tian roared in anger. His body suddenly emitted a dazzling white light, as if he had instantly transformed into a small sun, illuminating the entire wilderness.
"Hum!" A light sword appeared in Lieyang Tian's hand, and he thrust it forward.
At this moment, the temperature of the surrounding space rose rapidly. The light sword emitted an eye-piercing radiance that no one could directly look at, slashing towards Leng Feng.
"Rumble!!!" Leng Feng's attack was instantly neutralized. However, Leng Feng let out a hearty laugh, his eyes flashing with icy indifference, devoid of any emotion.
"Divine Fury!"
With a low roar, the phantom behind Leng Feng moved on its own. The colossal figure, clad in ancient attire, seemed like a heavenly god from ancient times. It took a step forward and pointed a finger at Lieyang Tian.
At this moment, Lieyang Tian appeared incredibly small before this phantom. The phantom's single finger was many times larger than Lieyang Tian's entire body.
"Desolate Hall's ultimate technique, Four Gods Manifestation!"
From a distance, someone whispered with a solemn expression. Leng Feng had indeed gotten serious.
"Leng Feng, you are earnestly seeking a defeat. Very well, I shall grant it!"
Lieyang Tian was also enraged. The light radiating from his body intensified, and he advanced to meet Leng Feng.
"Hum!" The light sword in his hand instantly became enormous, its surface churning with heat waves. Upon closer inspection, ripples could be seen rolling on the light sword, much like the surface of the sun.
It was poised to slay a god!
"Boom!"
A sky-shattering roar echoed. The phantom's finger was severed, but at the same time, Lieyang Tian's light sword shattered instantly.
"Heh heh, that's more like it! A battle should be fought with all one's might!"
Leng Feng said with a smile, his figure charging towards Lieyang Tian. Lieyang Tian snorted, and instead of retreating, he advanced to meet Leng Feng.
Both of them had ignited their true fire. If they didn't settle the score, they probably wouldn't stop.
At this moment, the gazes of all those present were focused on the two of them, their expressions gradually growing serious.
Leng Feng and Lieyang Tian were both powerful, with comparable combat prowess. Their battle grew increasingly fierce, and both sustained injuries to varying degrees.
"Hum!" From afar, the long sword behind Li Xiaotian of the Sword Pavilion suddenly hummed. His eyes flashed with hostility! Someone was targeting him!
At this moment, Gu Li from Atlantis was staring intently at Li Xiaoyao, and Li Xiaotian happened to discover him.
"Please enlighten me!"
Gu Li spoke, holding his trident and flying towards an open space in the wilderness, signaling Li Xiaoyao with his eyes.
Upon hearing this, Li Xiaoyao followed.
Seeing Leng Feng and Lieyang Tian's battle escalating, how could the young powerhouses present remain unmoved?
"Hum!" A heaven-shattering sword intent instantly erupted from Li Xiaoyao's body. On Gu Li's side, fierce winds roared, and countless tiny water droplets condensed from the ground and air. They instantly gathered, enveloping Gu Li as he charged towards Li Xiaoyao.
On the spot, the remaining observers exchanged glances. Hai Wei'er looked at Leng Feng's direction, then at her brother's, and then at Selena, revealing a mischievous smile. She then tentatively asked,
"How about we pair up too?"
Selena looked at Hai Wei'er expressionlessly, then turned and left. Recently, all the young powerhouses of the human race had gathered in Da Qin. Tonight, only a few of them had appeared. She was not a belligerent person, nor did she have any grievances with anyone present, so there was no need for her to act.
It was important to note that, in the shadows, countless eyes were fixed on this place.
Seeing this, Hai Wei'er chuckled gleefully. She also didn't want to fight anyone. Wasn't it just that if everyone else was fighting, and she had no opponent, it would be awkward?
Suddenly feeling someone's gaze upon her, Hai Wei'er immediately looked over. It was the young Taoist priest from the Daoist sect.
"Ahem, Sister, this young Taoist does not fight women,"
Discovered by Hai Wei'er, Zhen Xing's face flushed slightly, and he quickly said.