Sign In Buddha’s Palm

“You are not Grade 1 Great Perfection!”

“You are… you are a Legend!!!”

The Demon Lord’s desperate roar echoed throughout the Shaolin Temple.

“A Legend?”

“What is a Legend?”

A Shaolin Temple disciple who just entered the Temple subconsciously asked. He doesn’t even know the 9 Grades, let alone a Legend.

It’s just that, these disciples saw that their Senior Brothers were filled with shock and in disbelief, so they didn’t dare to speak.

“A Legend?”

“Arhat Buddhahood?”

The Disciplinary Court Head muttered to himself.

Today, Martial Dao is divided into 9 Grades. Only the Realm which is beyond the 9 Grades, is eligible to be called Arhat Buddhahood or Legend Realm.

In fact, whether it is Arhat Buddhahood or Legend Realm, both have the same meaning; but the former is the name used by Buddhist Sects like the Shaolin Temple, while the latter is the name used by Martial Artists.

“A Legend?”

“Zhen Guan?”

The new Handyman Court Head’s eyes were dull.

Zhen Guan jumping from a floor-Sweeping Monk to the Ancestor Holy Monk, who saved Shaolin Temple from life and death several times, is already unbelievable enough.

But now, someone is telling him that Zhen Guan is not only an Ancestor Holy Monk, he is also an Arhat that has never been seen for thousands of years?

This is too unbelievable, right?

He’s not jealous, just filled with so much shock that he was unable to react. Of course, the Handyman Court Head was not alone in this, as the other Court Heads and the disciples were in a similar state.

If it weren’t for this information coming straight from the Demon Lord himself, they might not believe it at all.

Legend…

The weight represented by such a title can almost overwhelm everything, so how can one just say it so casually?

Although the Demon Lord is, after all, a Demon and is deceitful, his expression and tone at this moment says otherwise.

“What?”

“A Legend?”

Compared with the shock of Shaolin Temple disciples, the Demon Sect disciples were completely panicking.

They were aggressively prepared to extinguish the Shaolin Temple. They originally thought that the Demon Lord was in charge of the situation, and the winning ticket was in their hands. So even if there were any accidents, they would be fine.

But the current Shaolin Temple actually has an Arhat?

How is this possible?

Though these Demon Sect disciples have confidence in the Demon Lord, they do not think that the Demon Lord has ever fought an Arhat.

The two are not on the same level at all.

“It’s over.”

“It’s over.”

The Demon Sect disciples were desperate.

They had thought about running away, but when they were preparing to do so, they felt that a faint and powerful imprisonment emerged from all directions.

It is as if the entire Shaolin Temple was reduced to a domain of a certain existence.

“He is a Legend?”

The Demon Sect disciple, Kun Kong, felt that he had heard a big joke.

He survived through the times, crossed the Western Desert, found the Demon Lord, and invited the Demon Lord out. He wanted to revive the Demon Sect, and sought revenge against the unnamed Monk in the Shaolin Temple.

But as a result, you tell me that the other party is a Legend?

This is not seeking revenge, this is seeking death!

Kun Kong suddenly remembered the scene five years ago when Su Qin was in the Demon Sect.

At this moment, all despair gathered in Kun Kong’s heart and turned into a sentence:

“You are a Legend, why are you bullying the weak!!!”

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Great Strength Hall.

As Su Qin waved his hand gently, his figure turned into an illusory shadow. The Demon Lord, who had retreated violently, was directly imprisoned in place, and unable to move even a little bit.

“Who on earth are you?”

The Demon Lord’s expression was pale as he looked at Su Qin, his voice hoarse.

The so-called life and death pressure, the so-called breakthrough, the so-called fight, have long been dumped by the Demon Lord.

Currently, the only thought in the Demon Lord’s mind is how to save his life.

As long as he can live, there is hope for everything.

“I’m just a Sweeping Monk in the Shaolin Temple.” Su Qin thought for a while and replied.

He wasn’t lying when he said this. In his 20 years in the Shaolin Temple, Su Qin has never given up sweeping the floor. This was obvious to all in the Shaolin Temple.

“Sweeping Monk?”

The Demon Lord was frozen, with a face of disbelief.

A Sweeping Monk of the Shaolin Temple?

What’s this joke?

A dignified Legend is a Sweeping Monk?

Speaking of this kind of thing, even a three-year-old child will snort at it disdainfully. It’s akin to the Emperor, who is sitting on the world’s wealth, saying he has no money.

“Okay.”

“You can die now.”

Su Qin suddenly lost interest. He originally wanted to borrow this Demon Lord to test how strong he is. But he didn’t expect that the other party was so weak.

“Ahhhh!!!”

The Demon Lord suddenly felt that the pressure he was experiencing soar. It almost crushed him.

“Break for me!”

“Break!!!!”

The Demon Lord, knowing that his hope of survival is slim, struggled hard.

The Demon Lord burned his transformed Internal Strength, and used a Forbidden Technique.

Suddenly, a terrifying aura emerged from the Demon Lord.

This aura is even beyond the ordinary Grade 1 Great Perfection.

Although his strength was suddenly improved, the Demon Lord did not have the slightest bit of joy on his face.

With this Forbidden Technique, he has completely burned his Internal Strength. Even if he survives, his strength will inevitably plummet, and even fall out of Grade 1.

But now, the Demon Lord doesn’t care anymore.

However, the terrifying Heavens and Earth’s might came crashing down towards him.

Crack.

Crack.

Almost instantaneously, the Demon Lord’s bones shattered.

“I didn’t expect that after killing countless in my life, I died in the hands of others.”

The Demon Lord muttered to himself.

His body had completely collapsed, leaving only the remains of his Divinity.

It’s just that the Demon Lord’s Divinity is far inferior to the Demon Buddha. Once it loses the protection of its body, it will quickly dissipate.

Sure enough, in less than a moment, the Demon Lord shook suddenly. His body completely collapsed and disappeared.

The audience who witnessed such a scene, was dead silent.

Everyone was dead silent.

When the Demon Lord first roared the word “Legend”, it left people wondering. And now, not even moments later, they saw the Peak Grade 1 Demon Lord, scattering into ashes.

Everyone was immersed in this shocking scene.

Abbot Hui Wen was in tears, regardless of his physical injury, he tremblingly said:

“900 years.”

“900 years, the Shaolin Temple finally has an Arhat…”