Chapter 173.1

Chapter 173.1

Amitabha!

The old monk, with his hands clasped together, said: Let us agree to three moves! This poor monk will stand here motionless, and you may strike me three times! After three strikes, if this poor monk remains unharmed, then it is poor monks victory! Otherwise, it is your win!

The crowd was in an uproar!

To stand still and let Sword Elder strike?

Does this old monk have a death wish? Sword Elder wields a divine sword, his strength rivals that of a Grandmaster! Even the former Great Xue Emperor didnt dare to face his divine sword head-on, how can this old monk?

Exactly! Grandmasters are strong, but even they cant withstand the divine sword!

This old monk is too arrogant!

Sword Elder narrowed his eyes; he felt that things were not so simple.

What happens if you win, and what if you lose?

The old monk said: If you win, this poor monk will immediately step aside, and you can do as you please without further interference from poor monk! However, if poor monk is fortunate enough to win, then you should retreat! At the same time, Sword Elder donor should convert to Buddhism and follow this poor monk back to chant scriptures and eat vegetarian meals!

Is that what you call a good karmic bond?

General Rengong roared: If we win, you just give us what should already be ours, and if we lose, not only do we get nothing, but Sword Elder has to accompany you back and become a monk? How shameless can you be?

Indeed, it is a great karmic bond!

The old monks face was full of compassion: If the Sword Elder donor wins, theres no harm, and if he loses, he still has the chance to listen closely to the teachings of Buddha. Isnt that good?

Hey! You old bald donkey! General Rengong rolled up his sleeves, ready to fight.

Tiangong and General Digong held him back: Third brother, calm down, you cant beat him, be careful he catches you and take you back to become a monk!

After hearing this, General Rengong instantly calmed down.

But he, along with the other Great Xia experts, glared angrily, despising the shameless monk.

Sword Elder, however, showed no reaction and said indifferently, Master, you really think highly of me!

Of course! Below a Grandmaster, you are indeed the first! the old monk said.

What if I refuse? asked Sword Elder.

If you refuse, it would be best to take your troops and leave now! Otherwise, as long as this poor monk is here, I will not allow you to continue to harm the people of Great Feng, Amitabha! The old monk said with a face full of compassion.

The people of Great Xia looked at each other in dismay. They had fought so hard to get here, and the thought of leaving without achieving their goal was unbearable.

But to take the bet? If they won, all would be well, but if they lost, the Sword Elder might never return!

The Sword Elder was Great Xias strongest warrior, wielding a divine sword capable of battling a Grandmaster and striking fear into neighboring nations!

If he didnt return, Great Xia would lose an unparalleled powerhouse!

Who could bear such a loss?

Upon further reflection, everyone realized that the monk wouldnt have proposed this wager without being fairly confident of winningat least an 80% chance.

So, very sensibly, they all chose

Sword Elder, you must not agree!

The sound was like thunder. Dust billowed up, obscuring the sight of many people.

After a moment, when the dust had settled, everyone could see that a crack three zhang wide and a hundred zhang long had appeared on the ground.

It stretched from the Sword Elders zhang all the way to the gates of the Golden City.

But at the old monks position, it stopped.

The old monk appeared unharmed, not having moved an inch, and not even a speck of dust had settled on his clothes.

Everyone couldnt help but inhale sharply in awe.

So powerful!!!

This sword strike could split a small mountain, yet the other party is unharmed?

Is his body made of iron?

Even iron wouldnt suffice, is there any iron harder than his body?

Who is this old monk, and how is he so terrifying?

The faces of those from Great Xia changed dramatically, while those from Great Feng began to celebrate.

Your Majesty, how powerful is Master Jiechen? an old minister asked with a smile.

The Great Feng Emperor couldnt help but give a thumbs up: Master Jiechen is truly too strong! To block such a terrifying move with his mortal flesh! With him, Great Feng has nothing to worry about!

Your Majesty, was the price worth it?

The Great Feng Emperor thought of the price he had paid, his mouth twitching slightly.

To invite the Buddhist Sects Grandmaster to block the iron hooves of Great Xia, he had agreed to make Buddhism the state religion and fully support the Buddhist Sect in spreading their teachings and development here.

In addition, he had donated five million taels of money to the Buddhist Sect to invite this Grandmaster.

Now it seemed expensive, but worth it.

Below the city tower, the old monk smiled faintly: Amitabha! Sword Elder donor, you have two more moves!

I am aware! The Sword Elders expression was extremely grave.

Just now, he had used 90% of his strength to deliver a terrifying blow!

This strike, with the power of a Grandmaster level, even the former Great Xue Emperor would not dare to face it head-on, only to dodge.

Yet, the old monk in front of him had taken it head-on and remained unharmed.

This old monk was much stronger than the Great Xue Emperor.

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