Sign In Buddha’s Palm

Chapter 59: You… You are?!

Chapter 59: You… You are?!

Edited by: Mochiusagi

Great Strength Hall.

Everyone was stunned.

The Demon Sect disciples were relatively fine when it comes to accepting such a fact. Although they were shocked, they just thought that Su Qin was hidden away, and hence even scolded the Shaolin Temple for being secretive and cunning.

But the Shaolin Temple disciples, including the Abbot and Court Heads, were completely stunned.

The Demon Sect disciples do not know the details of Su Qin, but how could they not know?

Su Qin has been in the Temple for only 20 years and he has been a Sweeping Monk for those 20 years.

Is such a person the Ancestor Holy Monk of the Shaolin Temple?

“Zhen Guan? Is the Ancestor Holy Monk?”

The new Handyman Court Head felt that his brain was in a mess. Before he passed away, the previous Handyman Court Head asked him to take care of Zhen Guan.

But now…

The new Court Head suddenly felt that everything in the Shaolin Temple became foreign.

“He is the Ancestor Holy Monk?”

In Abbot Hui Wen’s mind, the scene six years ago surfaced, the vague figure that came in during his Cultivation Deviation.

At that time, Abbot Hui Wen felt that the vague figure seemed very young, as if he had not lived more than a hundred years old.

It’s just that at that time, although Abbot Hui Wen had these doubts, he only felt that he was thinking too much.

After all, the methods shown by the Ancestor Holy Monk were too powerful and profound. How can he be so young?

Furthermore, Abbot Hui Wen was very sure that the Ancestor Holy Monk is not a disciple of the “Hui” character, which would back the fact that the Ancestor could not be that young.

But, Abbot Hui Wen could not think of any other possibilities except for an unknown ancestor in the far past.

It’s just that Abbot Hui Wen did not expect that he was correct, and the Ancestor is indeed not a disciple of the character of ’Hui’.

But he didn’t expect that it was a disciple of the character ‘Truth (Zhen)’.

“Junior Brother Zhen Guan…” Zhen Zhi stared at Su Qin blankly, with a confused face.

Ten years ago, Old Demon Shi Xue sneaked into the Demon Subduing Tower, swallowed all the Demons held in the tower, and entered Grade 2 in one fell swoop.

At that time, when many monks patrolling the Demon Subduing Tower were about to die at the hands of Old Demon Shi Xue, a vague figure appeared and killed Old Demon Shi Xue.

At this moment, the vague figure in Zhen Zhi’s mind merged with Su Qin’s figure.

After a while, while everyone was still in deep shock, the Demon Lord’s deep laughter suddenly sounded.

“It turns out that you are really the unknown Holy Monk!”

“It turns out that you are really the unknown Holy Monk!!”

The Demon Lord’s eyes flashed and a black glow from the abyss loomed around him.

“Since you are the Holy Monk, then today, I shall use your blood to step into Great Perfection!!!”

The Demon Lord stomped his foot and endless Demonic Energy surged frantically, spreading towards all directions.

The Demon Lord does not know why Su Qin can escape his eyesight and could not recognize him as a Powerhouse of the same level. But no matter what, the opponent he longs for is right in front of him, so how can he just stand and ask all sorts of questions?

“I have been practicing for fifty years in the Western Desert, watching natural disasters, getting insights from the Heavens and Earth, then created this Divine Art.”

“I hope you will not disappoint me Monk!!”

The Demon Lord barely finished speaking, when the endless Demonic Energy suddenly changed. It was constantly colliding and fusing together, forming a black sandstorm.

“Not good!!!” Abbot Hui Wen felt his scalp tingle.

With just the appearance of this black sandstorm, even a Grade 1 Great Grandmaster like Abbot Hui Wen trembled, and a feeling of life-and-death emerged in his heart.

“Holy… Your Excellency, this move is probably the Demon Lord’s full power attack. Let us join and form the Shaolin Temple’s Arhat formation to avoid it for the time being.”

Abbot Hui Wen didn’t know how to call Su Qin, so could only use “Your Excellency”.

In the eyes of Abbot Hui Wen, even if Su Qin is really the Ancestor Holy Monk, his strength may not be comparable to the Demon Lord at this moment.

Therefore, in the face of the Demon Lord’s full power attack, it is logically necessary to back off.

However, Su Qin simply shook his head, and said casually: “No need to go through so much trouble.”

Su Qin had just entered Arhat Buddhahood and wanted to give it a try, to see how strong he is now.

The Demon Lord’s black sandstorm was created by his Demonic Energy. But in Su Qin’s view, it was nothing at all.

“So daring!!”

Su Qin didn’t mean to avoid the Demon Lord. This made the Demon Lord furious, and the black sandstorm turned even darker, becoming pitch black.

The next moment, the sky became dimmed.

The ink-like sandstorm instantly enveloped Su Qin.

“Be careful!”

Abbot Hui Wen was very anxious.

However, his body was injured at the moment, so he can’t intervene in the fight between the Demon Lord and Su Qin.

Just when the Demon Sect disciples seemed to see Su Qin being torn apart by the sandstorm.

Weng!!!

The air ten meters around Su Qin faintly distorted, and the sandstorm near this area quickly evaporated, as if it had never existed before.

“This is?”

The Demon Lord’s complexion greatly changed, he looked at Su Qin incredibly.

Not only the Demon Lord felt like this, the others almost stared their eyes out.

If Su Qin had done something to prepare to block the Demon Lord’s blow, everyone could barely accept it.

But what about this?

Su Qin didn’t even move, he just stood there, and then blocked the Demon Lord’s full power attack.

How is this possible?!!

“This is your strength?”

Su Qin was standing still in place, his face slightly disappointed.

Only if the Demon Lord’s blow was thousands of times stronger, then it might make him feel threatened.

“What are you?”

The Demon Lord’s expression was unprecedentedly solemn.

Originally, the Demon Lord thought that Su Qin’s strength was similar to his. Both are Phase 2 Peak Grade 1 and that the latter was weaker than him.

But now, it seems that the opponent is most likely a Grade 1 Great Perfection.

“Should I fight or retreat?” The Demon Lord hesitated.

If Su Qin is really Grade 1 Great Perfection, and he stays, it is likely that this place will be his burial ground.

It’s just that, before the Demon Lord could make a decision, Su Qin, who was standing there, suddenly took a leisurely step.

“It’s over.”

Su Qin stretched out his slender right hand, and waved it towards the Demon Lord.

“Hmph!” The Demon Lord’s face flashed coldly.

“Even if you are a Grade 1 Great Perfection, what can you do?”

“It’s not that easy to beat me. You want to prevent me from escaping? In your dreams!”

The Demon Lord retreated violently and wanted to stay away from Su Qin.

However, a grandiose and magnificent power suddenly swept from all directions, confining the Demon Lord in place.

“This is?”

The Demon Lord’s expression changed wildly. He looked at Su Qin as if he’s looking at a monster.

“Heaven and Earth’s might?”

“You… You are a Legend?!!!”