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"Baghdad Zen Master, do you want to continue?"
The indifferent voice made everyone's hearts tremble.
They looked at the young man in the arena, whose robe was not stained with a speck of dust. Despite his gentle demeanor, he gave off an aura that felt like that of a Supreme Demon, sending chills down everyone's spines.
Baghdad Zen Master wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve. Just as he was about to speak, he felt the pain from his injuries, raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, and coughed twice. Looking down, he found a pool of fresh blood in his palm.
Baghdad couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly: "Talents emerge in every generation, each leading the way for hundreds of years. There's no need for the third move; as a representative of the Vajra Sect, I unconditionally pledge allegiance to Manichaeism. From now on, I shall willingly be a vanguard!"
Before Jiang Han could respond, three powerful presences surged from below the mountain. One voice, as sweet as a warbler's song, called out urgently: "Master, please wait!"
Baghdad Zen Master's expression changed, and the elders of the Vajra Sect hurried to his side to protect him. Their Abbot was seriously injured and should not engage in further conflict.
Moreover, those three presences were formidable; even the weakest among them was a Half-Step Martial Arts Grandmaster!
Jiang Han frowned slightly, feeling quite irritated. He suddenly turned around and said: "White Lotus Sect has clearly decided to oppose me and Manichaeism, hasn't it?!"
The reason he rushed to subdue the Vajra Sect before White Lotus Sect was to avoid losing face for both sides. However, he did not expect White Lotus Sect to be so arrogant as to refuse him any courtesy in this small piece of land in the Western Regions.
For Manichaeism to become a truly first-rate power again, fully absorbing the Vajra Sect was imperative; no one could stop it!
Whoever obstructed Jiang Han's path would be killed!
"You are the leader of Manichaeism, who has recently stirred up quite a commotion in the martial world?"
A middle-aged man dressed in blue sneered: "I thought you were someone important; I didn't expect you to be just a yellow-haired kid who hasn't even grown hair yet! Ha! You are just a signboard set up by Manichaeism, right? Yang Dingtian must have put in a lot of effort to create opportunities for you to gain fame."
Without waiting for anyone else to speak, he glanced around and said, "Yang Dingtian, I know you're here. What kind of skill is hiding? Are you afraid?!"
The surroundings fell into dead silence. Almost everyone looked at him as if he were an idiot.
"Where is this Yang Dingtian? Can't you see that the Baghdad Master has blood on his lips? That's the work of that yellow-haired kid you mentioned!" Many people were silently mocking him in their hearts but lacked the courage to speak up against the imposing presence of the three from the White Lotus Sect. Only Jiang Han's gaze was different, cold and piercing, as if he were looking at a dead dog.
The moment the Azure Lotus Saint opened his mouth, Bai Ling, the White Lotus Saintess, instinctively felt something terrible was about to happen! Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, the Manichaeism Leader shot out like lightning and threw a punch at the Azure Lotus Saint's chest.
It was a Multicolored Fist, beautiful like a work of art but carrying an infinite killing intent! The fist mark directly pierced through the Azure Lotus Saint's chest. Before he could realize anything was wrong, his entire body suffered terrifying internal destruction.
His bones and flesh were continuously crushed, pieces of meat falling to the ground, most of which turned into blood. His mouth opened as if he wanted to scream "Saintess, save me," but all that came out was a horrific cry before he completely died, leaving not even a good piece of flesh behind.
Only his head fell to the ground like a smashed watermelon with a loud "thud," his face filled with terror. A group of monks were so frightened that they tightly closed their eyes and repeatedly murmured "Amitabha," but the horrifying scene was deeply etched in their minds, impossible to erase.
Even the elders of the Vajra Sect, who were accustomed to seeing battles in the martial world, were taken aback.
"Is this... is this it?"
"This is a crushing display of power. Just how terrifying is the strength of that Manichaeism Leader?"
"If the Manichaeism Leader had just used all his strength against the Baghdad Zen Master, the outcome would have been unimaginable!"
Subtly, the elders of the Vajra Sect felt a genuine fear towards Jiang Han, their legs trembling uncontrollably.
The Purple Lotus Saint jumped up and hurried to the side of the White Lotus Saintess, her rapidly beating heart gradually calming down as she found a semblance of safety.
"What the hell kind of mission is this! That little brat actually killed the Azure Lotus Saint with one move!"
The Purple Lotus Saint thought to herself that her power was not much different from that of the recently deceased Azure Lotus Saint. Although she was slightly stronger, it wasn't by much. If the opponent could take down the Azure Lotus Saint in one move, it was likely they wouldn't need a second move to deal with her.
"Saintess, I think we should..."
The words "run away" were difficult for the Purple Lotus Saint to utter.
Jiang Han couldn't be bothered to look at them. He reached out, and from the tattered flesh of the Qing Lian Saintess, a piece of Azure Lotus Seed flew out.
"Good stuff!" Jiang Han's eyes lit up as he sighed inwardly.
If he guessed correctly, this item should be something similar to the Buddhist Sect's Sarira, possessing various incredible uses.
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