Zhong Lin took a glance at the fleeing old monk, his figure moved slightly, and he appeared directly behind the old monk.
The old monk also heard a deep, low sound like muffled thunder, and a thick regret appeared on his face, regretting why he provoked this person.
A Martial Artist of the Third Layer Heaven Life and Death Realm was blown apart with a single punch from him, and the Sixth Layer Life and Death Realm swordsman Ruan Qi couldn’t even withstand one punch. If it weren’t for a fallback to protect his body, he would have followed in their footsteps. Even so, he could only helplessly exit the Secret Realm.
The old monk himself had a Seventh Layer Heaven Life and Death Realm cultivation and wanted to use this Secret Realm to progress further, but now he only wished to save his life, not wanting to crush the Jade Token until the last moment.
With a flicker of movement, a pale gold palm suddenly pierced through layers of Gang Qi airflow, striking towards Zhong Lin’s heart as a final act of resistance.
As if the morning bell was struck, a flash of golden light swept over Zhong Lin’s body, as he rose into the air with a roar. Dragon-shaped shadows spiraled around him, blocking the pale gold palm from reaching him.
"Old monk, it’s impolite not to return the favor. Eat my punch!"
Zhong Lin’s eyes were full of battle intent, as his widespread fingers suddenly clenched, and a thunderous punch smashed down.
The airflow whistled, golden light danced, and Zhong Lin launched a punch, creating ripples in the space, his Fist Intent heavy like a mountain, and the sound of Gang Qi thunder reverberated into the sky.
The old monk’s yellow monk robe flapped fiercely, and a golden sun seemed to ignite in his deep-set eyes.
A sound like metal clashing resounded from the old monk, as golden rays appeared, and in an instant, the old monk’s aura completely changed, resembling an ancient Buddha cast in bronze, solemn and towering.
This was one of the four Supreme Martial Arts of the Ten Thousand Buddha Holy Land, the "Golden Body Buddha", the supreme tome of the Arhat Path.
He raised a single palm, and as golden rays surged, he pushed it outward.
Suddenly, the world dimmed, and a golden palm with a swastika on it expanded against the wind, transforming into a hundred-foot size in mid-air, crashing down towards Zhong Lin.
The next moment, the Fist Seal and the giant palm clashed violently.
In an instant, there was no explosion of Gang Qi, no raging winds, only visible spatial ripples continuously vibrating, occasionally sending pebbles flying, which were obliterated by the intangible waves.
A moment later, the rolling Gang Qi shattered, the fierce wind howled, sweeping over, with peals of thunder echoing throughout the air.
The old monk spat out a mouthful of blood, half of his body was explosively shattered by Zhong Lin’s punch, turning into a blood mist that scattered in the air.
"My Buddha is compassionate."
Seizing his last breath, the old monk shattered the Jade Token and vanished from sight.
Zhong Lin’s expression turned somewhat grim; he had underestimated these Holy Land disciples, who not only possessed immense strength but all had fallbacks.
In the last moment, something like a Shariputra artifact appeared at the old monk’s chest, absorbing most of Zhong Lin’s Fist Power. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have been just half of his body blown apart; the entire person would have been destroyed with no chance of leaving the Secret Realm alive.
From afar, the young man in the Beast Robe, who had been shooting Arrows, had a complete change of expression at this moment.
The target was far too strong, rendering his Arrows utterly ineffective. Though he’d expected the Nirvana Realm Great Ability to be powerful, he hadn’t imagined it to be to such an extent, where any Martial Artist would be blown apart with just one punch, wildly overwhelming.
At this moment, his mind was filled with one thought: "escape."
But he knew he couldn’t escape with his cultivation level, caught in a dilemma, wanting to crush the Jade Token to leave the Secret Realm but reluctant.
Suddenly, a terrifying killing intent enveloped him, and the young man in the Beast Robe gave a bitter smile, cupped his hands slightly toward Zhong Lin, then crushed the Jade Token and left the Secret Realm.
Zhong Lin stood high in the void, scanning coldly in all directions.
The recent battle seemed slow, but it was only a matter of a few breaths; yet in those few moments, four Life and Death Realm experts had one dead and three escaped.
With a cold gaze, he looked at the other Martial Artists hidden and not willing to leave, and a slight smile suddenly appeared on Zhong Lin’s lips.
Those hidden Martial Artists suddenly felt a surge of extreme danger, raising their heads abruptly to see a golden light tearing through the sky, shooting towards them.
A thought rose in everyone’s hearts.
The next moment, an aura of chilling slaughter, annihilating everything, Sword Intent erupted from Zhong Lin, and in the wailing screech of air, a pale golden sword light spread like a tidal wave, encompassing everyone within a hundred miles.
The sword’s melody, world-shaking, resounded through the sky, instantly slicing the ground, rocks, and trees within hundreds of miles into countless tiny fragments.
"What Swordsmanship is this?"
In an instant, countless screams rang out, as all the hidden Martial Artists were torn apart by the sword light.
Bone and flesh! Blood!
Under the endless sword light, hundreds of Martial Artists melted away like snow beneath the scorching sun.
Those with Speed hurriedly crushed the Jade Token to escape the Secret Realm, while those who harbored hope under such terrifying and domineering sword light turned into a rain of blood, falling like a violent storm.
As the sword light dissipated, the entire land seemed to have been plowed, with no trace of life remaining.
Those who managed to avoid the sword light felt their legs trembling, cold sweat pouring down, standing still, not daring to move.
The terror of the Nirvana Great Ability!
After clearing the field with one move, Zhong Lin started walking towards the Blood Pool.
The entire Blood Pool exuded a dense Blood Qi, and just as Zhong Lin approached, a flash of blood light appeared, revealing a demon beast composed entirely of blood, similar to a leopard, which suddenly jumped out, transforming into a blood-colored stream, charging crazily at Zhong Lin.
"Beast, I’ve been waiting for you. Where there are Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, there must be a powerful guardian. This Treasure Flower remaining here so steadily must have a demon beast guarding it. It’s impressive that it managed to hold out until now." Zhong Lin said with a sneer.
As the fierce winds roared, Zhong Lin maintained a calm expression, took a step forward, clenched his five fingers, and suddenly threw a punch.
As if thousands of wind dragons roared and countless thunders exploded, the air within tens to hundreds of feet in the line of the punch suddenly shattered.
Under this terrifying punch, the Blood Beast couldn’t help but feel fear, only having time to let out a wail before Zhong Lin’s punch landed on its chest.
With a dull sound like a drum, the large body of the Blood Beast was suddenly sent flying hundreds of miles through the air, crashing heavily to the ground.
The ground shook violently, and a dense cloud of dust shot into the sky, the earth-colored tide surging like a real tidal wave.
A low, sorrowful wail was cut short, and the Blood Beast was killed by this punch, no longer showing any signs of life.