However, in Phagpa's eyes, it was like facing Sun Wukong under the palm of the Buddha, with nowhere to escape.
Faced with Xiao Ning's incredible attack, Phagpa sadly realized that he had no room to dodge and could only confront it head-on. If he could block it, he would be fine, but if he couldn't, then everything would be over and he would lose his life.
His eyes widened, and all his power surged forth, pouring into the lotus phantom.
"boom!"
The hoofprint struck, immediately producing a deafening roar, like a powder keg exploding. Terrifying energy shot into the sky, forming a giant mushroom cloud that propelled the clouds to the heavens.
"That attack was so powerful? You old bald monk, you're dead!"
Seeing such a terrifying scene, Xiao Ning felt much more at ease. The giant elephant phantom above his head was a transformation of the artistic conception he had comprehended after achieving minor success in cultivating the "Dragon Elephant Body Refining Technique," and this was the first time he had used it.
Soon, the dust from the explosion gradually settled, revealing that the area, which had been flat for dozens of feet, had become pitted and uneven after the two men's fight.
Phagpa seemed unaffected, walking step by step toward Xiao Ning. Wherever he passed, lotus patterns appeared on the ground, like the mythical power of lotus blossoms appearing with every step.
"This is... impossible!"
Xiao Ning's pupils contracted, and his expression changed drastically. Under such a terrifying attack, the old lama had not suffered any injury. This was simply illogical.
Then, he gritted his teeth, hardened his heart, and threw more than a dozen punches at Phagpa. The giant elephant on his head stomped down with its right hoof, stamping its foot more than ten times.
"boom!"
"boom!"
As if an earthquake had occurred, the ground shook with each stomp of the giant elephant, accompanied by a series of loud "bangs" and billowing dust that obscured the view and made it impossible to see what was happening inside.
One punch, and the protective lotus flower trembled precariously.
Two punches, and cracks appeared in the lotus flower.
Three punches, and the lotus flower shattered.
Four, five, six punches... all landed lightly on Phagpa's body!
After a while, the dust settled.
Looking around, Xiao Ning saw that the once flat ground now had a deep pit, like an enlarged elephant hoof print. The magnificent carriage had turned to ashes, with only a few wood chips remaining.
The old bald monk Phagpa lay in the pit, disheveled, his clothes tattered, his face pale, his monk's robe riddled with holes, his monk's hat nowhere to be seen, his bald head gleaming.
Phagpa struggled to sit up and chanted a Buddhist prayer: "Amitabha! Benefactor Xiao, what kind of martial art is this?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't help coughing. "Pfft!" He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his breathing immediately became weak, as if he had suffered a serious internal injury.
The Central Plains has always been a land where the essence of the nine provinces converges, a place of outstanding people and abundant resources, with countless talents and geniuses, and in the martial arts world, peerless experts have been born generation after generation.
Phagpa thought that after the suppression decades ago, the martial arts world of the Central Plains had completely withered away. However, he did not expect that the Central Plains was indeed a land where dragons and tigers hid. Not only did Zhang Sanfeng of Wudang become a master of the Dao, but now another martial arts master has emerged.
Moreover, the martial arts techniques used by the opponent were unprecedented and unheard of.
Despite his opponent's cultivation being merely at the initial stage of martial arts mastery, he was rendered powerless to retaliate. Coupled with his unhealed old injuries, Phagpa realized that his death was imminent.
Upon hearing Phagpa's question, Xiao Ning chuckled and mocked, "No matter what kind of martial art it is, if it can defeat you, it's a good martial art!"
"You want to know? Go ask King Yama in the underworld!"
After speaking, Xiao Ning stepped forward and reached out to pat Phagpa's bald head.
If you don't kill the snake, it will only cause more harm!
Xiao Ning wasn't that kind of hypocrite; he wouldn't suggest letting Phagpa off the hook at a time like this. That wouldn't just be stupidity, it would be utter idiocy.
"puff!"
Like a watermelon split open, the heavily injured Phagpa was powerless to resist and was easily killed by Xiao Ning with a single slap. His head split in two, and red and white blood flowed all over the ground.
Phagpa, a peerless master and powerful figure, the Grand Master of the Mongol Yuan Dynasty, has thus perished!
Then, Xiao Ning didn't even glance at his corpse, turned around and charged into the group of coughers, like a tiger descending a mountain, sweeping away all enemies.
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Chapter 75 Unification of the World
On the battlefield, outside the capital city, Xiao Ning, who had already mastered the "Dragon Elephant Body Refining Technique," used the true essence of martial arts he had comprehended—the Dragon Elephant True Essence—to fight against Phagpa, the first national teacher of the Mongol Yuan Empire.
In front of countless people, he brutally beat Phagpa to death, instantly becoming famous throughout the world.
There were no fancy moves, no back-and-forth exchanges, just one word: fight!
That tyrannical and unreasonable dragon-elephant power swept across the universe, and no one could rival it.
The news caused a sensation throughout the world!
From then on, Xiao Ning became the number one in the world in the eyes of the people.
In full view of everyone, Xiao Ning punched Phagpa to death. After saying goodbye to Zhang Sanfeng, he drifted away.
From that time on, no one in the world ever saw Xiao Ning again, not even the people of Wudang Mountain or the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty heard any news about him.
Xiao Ning's whereabouts became a mystery from then on.
On the other hand, with the death of Phagpa, the spiritual pillar of the Mongol Empire, most of the empire collapsed on its own.
Seeing that things were not going well, Emperor Yuan Shundi, along with a portion of his imperial relatives and nobles, abandoned the city and fled in a panic to the northwestern desert.
This year was the spring of the fifth year of Shenwu.