said.He shook his head, but Su Jinpa's mind was no longer on the meal.When Su Jinpa seemed to be lost in thought, Li Chen took the initiative to say: "When you go back later, please pass a message to...Chapter 1100 Amitabha

The emperor's heart was not just mad on the surface.

He's truly brave enough to do it.

As soon as the words left his lips, Emperor Jian gently lifted his foot and then set it down softly.

It felt like there was a huge elephant in my head, an enraged one that reared up and brought its legs down on my skull with tremendous force.

An invisible and intangible force, yet undeniably real, emanated from Jian Di's heart, spreading outwards. The air around him visibly distorted, a ripple effect appearing. This initial wave was slow to begin with, but in the blink of an eye, it shot out like a bullet, sweeping past his surrounding guards with the force of autumn wind scattering leaves.

Popopo.

This was the sound of dozens of guards gushing blood from their mouths.

Just by stamping his foot, Emperor Jian had already caused dozens of guards present to suffer internal injuries.

Ignoring the fallen guards, Emperor Jian cast a nonchalant glance at Li Chen. "Your Highness, how are you"

Li Chen's face held no expression.

He had known all along that even his guards, who were considered top-tier martial artists in the world, could easily be called masters wherever they went. But facing a celestial being like Lu Di Xian, they were still inadequate.

But Li Chen just wanted to see how strong the ceiling of combat power in this world was.

Now, he saw it.

That's impressive.

After testing the waters, it's time to unleash our full arsenal.

Li Chen sat back down slowly.

He seemed to not take Jian Di's words seriously at all, just waving his hand and saying: "All of you, get out."

This sentence was clearly directed at the guards.

Although the guards were injured, Emperor Jian hadn't gone too far. They still had the strength to act.

Each and every one looked at each other, but they also knew that the strange-looking person in front of them was not someone they could handle. The prince had given the order, what could they do but obey.

Respectfully bowing to Li Chen, the guards stepped out.

Emperor Jiandi Li Chen should have yielded, just about to speak when from the side entrance of the Zi Xi Zheng Dian, a bald monk walked in slowly.

This master appears amiable and benevolent, his gait slow and measured. He seems mild-mannered, but strangely, the distance he covers and his speed far exceed what one would expect from his steps.

Like a normal person, he took a step of seventy to eighty centimeters—a normal stride. But this old monk, with the same stride, covered ten meters in the blink of an eye.

“It is said that Taoism's ability to shrink the ground into an inch allows one to travel thousands of miles in a day, but Buddhism's ability to cross a river with a single reed, when cultivated to its peak, is no different from shrinking the ground. Old bald donkey, I have seen the Yi Wei Du Jiang cultivation technique in the Sutra Pavilion of Beishaolin Temple, and it has long been missing the most core techniques. You have cultivated to this level, obviously possessing a complete Yi Wei Du Jiang practice method. Who exactly are you”

The Emperor's voice was grave, and his expression finally faltered, losing the aloof air he usually projected.

Even, he looked somewhat wary.

When faced with Jian Di's inquiry, Jie Wàng did not answer. With his head bowed and eyes downcast, he merely chanted a Buddhist hymn.

"Amitabha Buddha."

A single Buddhist chant, with a voice tinged with age and gravel, yet each syllable uttered with remarkable clarity.

As if each word, uttered from Jiewang's mouth, transformed into an unseen, tangible form, imprinted upon Jian Di's heart.

The four words "Amitabha Buddha" caused Jian Di's heart to tremble, and he took four steps back.

When he steadied himself and looked up again, his face was pale with terror.

"Old bald donkey, who are you!"the capital immediately."As soon as these words were uttered, even Su Jinpa, who was known for her composure, paled slightly.She knew that Mr. Mirror's anger, with his scholar's temperament, would sur...