Two palms met, accompanied by a golden light.
Between the two golden lights, the middle-aged monk's palm energy was as dazzling as the sun, sacred and inviolable, while Yu Daohen's palm energy was deeper, carrying a domineering aura that crushed everything.
Both had their strengths and were evenly matched.
*Bang~*
With a crisp sound, the two streams of energy exploded. Yu Daohen retreated a step, planting his right foot firmly.
The middle-aged monk was repelled by the airflow and was steadied by Wang Ming.
Everyone present looked astonished. The Buddhist sect's ultimate skill, the Great Vajra Palm, had clashed with the long-lost Five Elements Technique of the martial world. No one had expected this, and they were curious about who would emerge superior.
From that exchange, it was clear that Yu Daohen had the upper hand.
The middle-aged monk looked shocked. His strength was at least within the Earth Ranking, yet today he had been repelled by a seventeen-year-old brat.
The middle-aged monk wanted to charge forward for another exchange, but Wang Ming raised his hand to stop him. "Let me have a go as well."
As soon as he spoke, Wang Ming's eyes flashed with golden light, and he charged directly at Yu Daohen, golden light erupting from his hand as he struck.
Yu Daohen's expression changed. This palm strike was no weaker than the previous one. If he met it head-on, he might not be able to withstand it, but in this situation, he had no choice but to brace himself.
*Bang~*
The two palms collided, and Yu Daohen was sent flying backward, crashing into the wall.
Yu Daohen pushed himself up, leaning against the wall. His left hand felt as if it had been torn open, causing him to break out in a cold sweat.
Wang Ming slowly walked towards Yu Daohen, sensing that Wang Ming's aura could even rival that of Elder Tai.
Yu Daohen clutched his left hand, suddenly feeling that something was wrong.
He had clearly used his right hand to block the palm strike, so why was his left hand injured?
Illusion? Golden Silkworm Pupils?
Yu Daohen bit his finger. The moment blood flowed out, the surrounding environment suddenly transformed.
"As expected of Young Master Yu, I didn't expect you to break through the illusion of the Golden Silkworm Pupils so quickly," Wang Ming clasped his hands together and smiled.
Yu Daohen let out a sigh of relief. "One of the Five Ultimate Skills of Buddhism, the Golden Silkworm Pupils. You can unleash illusions without me noticing. You've got some skill."
Li Shiyao, standing nearby, was dumbfounded. Having never encountered such things before, everything she had witnessed today had shattered her understanding.
Some people nearby were already secretly marveling. To witness two great Buddhist ultimate skills at once was enough to excite them.
Another middle-aged monk beside Wang Ming reminded him in a low voice, "Holy Lord, this prolonged engagement is not beneficial to us. Let's first complete the task assigned by the Abbot."
Wang Ming nodded and walked towards an empty table nearby, making way for Yu Daohen and Li Shiyao.
"Wait, you've had your exchange, but I haven't yet!" Yu Daohen suddenly said.
Wang Ming stopped, his brow furrowed. "So, Young Master Yu intends to have an exchange?"
Yu Daohen's lips curved into a wicked smile. "Since Holy Lord has put it that way, how can I not?"
His left eye narrowed, and black liquid filled the entire eye.
Wang Ming looked at the black liquid in Yu Daohen's eyes, his brow furrowing slightly. "Nine Reincarnation Eyes?"
Yu Daohen condensed two fingers, and two drops of reincarnation tears floated in the air. "Holy Lord has given me such a great gift, shouldn't I return the favor?"
As soon as he finished speaking and was about to strike, a waiter approached. "This place is managed by the Supernatural Affairs Bureau. You two should know the rules."
Yu Daohen retracted the reincarnation tears and walked out of the shop with Li Shiyao.
The Supernatural Affairs Bureau was equivalent to the police of the supernatural world; no one would court trouble.
Everyone sighed, but their performances had already left them in awe.
The opportunity would mature in one day, and everyone was preparing for the ensuing battle for it.
The source of the snow was the forest behind the mountain, and Li Shiyao's objective was to investigate it.
The two headed towards the forest behind the mountain. Looking at the footprints in the snow, Li Shiyao found it strange. "Why are there so many animal footprints?"
Yu Daohen squatted down and examined the footprints closely, his brow furrowing. He hadn't expected that this opportunity would attract more than just people. "Don't worry about these footprints; let's continue."
Entering the forest, Li Shiyao took out the tools she needed from her backpack. After exploring for a while, they stopped by a pond.
"The source of the heavy snow must be this pond."
The two looked at the water in the pond. Despite the heavy snowfall, the water in the pond had not frozen, which was quite miraculous.
Li Shiyao took out a small bottle and collected half a bottle of water to take back for research.
After exploring the surroundings further, by the time the two were ready to return, night had fallen.
After taking only a couple of steps, Yu Daohen frowned and looked into the forest.
"Shāguǐ!"
In the forest, figures floated back and forth. Li Shiyao, seeing the figures, was so frightened that she covered her mouth and dared not speak.
"Let's go!" Yu Daohen said, leading Li Shiyao down the mountain.
If there were four or five Shāguǐ, he could still handle them, but if there were more than ten, it would be difficult to say.
Yu Daohen rushed down the mountain with Li Shiyao, having underestimated the allure of this opportunity.
As they hurried along, Yu Daohen said, "Don't look around. Remember, no matter who calls your name, don't..."
"Li Shiyao."
Before he could finish, Li Shiyao gasped and turned her head.
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Author's note:
Didn't I say there would be frequent updates during the National Day holiday? Well, I used to update every three days, and now it's once a day, sometimes twice.