"Let's gamble! Let's gamble! Bets start at 10,000 yuan. Bet on how many floors this senior can challenge!" A thin young man, who possessed a trace of internal energy and was a Yellow-rank martial artist, set up his stall on the spot and began to shout loudly.
"Based on my judgment, this senior should be a Heavenly Rank expert, otherwise he couldn't have descended from the sky. So I'm betting 50,000 on him reaching the fifth level!"
"No, no, no, there shouldn't be anyone strong. The fourth level of the seven-story pagoda is already a terrifying figure of the Heavenly Rank. I'm betting 20,000 on him being able to challenge the fourth level!"
"I think he can only challenge the fourth level at most. After all, this senior seems quite young. I'll bet 20,000!"
“............”
A glint flashed in Nangong Yanran's eyes. She turned to look at Uncle Fu beside her and asked in a low voice, "Uncle Fu, what level do you think this young man can challenge at most?"
"I...I don't know. I'm only at the peak of the Earth Rank, while he's already a Heaven Rank expert. I can't judge. If I had to say one, he definitely wouldn't have lost at the fourth level." Uncle Fu stood calmly with his arms crossed.
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Chapter 613, Seventh Level: The Arhat Who Subdues Dragons!
In the blink of an eye.
Yang Feng's palm landed on the face of the Long-Browed Arhat, his palm technique containing a mysterious power, which naturally came from the Chaos Pearl.
However, the Chaos Pearl is not rotating at the moment.
Otherwise, the Long-Eyebrowed Arhat would not have been a match for Yang Feng at all.
"boom!"
The long-browed Arhat hurriedly raised his arm to try to defend himself, but then a tearing pain shot through his arm, and it suddenly burst open.
This palm strike was incredibly powerful; if it were an ordinary Heaven-rank martial artist, they might be killed instantly by a single blow.
"Da da da..."
The long-browed Arhat retreated a hundred meters, crashing straight into the wall behind him before finally coming to a stop. A spiderweb-like crack appeared in the wall behind him.
One can only imagine the immense power contained in that palm strike—enough to strike a cow across a mountain!
Slightly blackish blood trickled from the corner of the long-browed Arhat's mouth. His pupils suddenly contracted, becoming as thin as needles. He raised his aged five fingers, which trembled slightly as he looked at Yang Feng. "You... are so vicious... this palm strike was actually poisoned?!"
Upon hearing this, Yang Feng couldn't help but chuckle and said:
"Poison? I wouldn't stoop to such despicable means."
However, his palm strike contained the energy of chaos.
This is something even more terrifying than poison; it can restore all things, or it can destroy all things.
"Damn it..." The long-browed Arhat hurriedly sat down cross-legged, mobilizing his internal energy to forcefully suppress the unknown energy surging within his body.
However, his internal energy was instantly swallowed up the moment it came into contact with this energy flow.
"Pfft—"
The next moment, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, his eyelids rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground unconscious, no longer able to fight.
"Too weak."
Yang Feng witnessed this scene, shook his head disdainfully, and took a few steps toward the stairs.
Continue towards the seventh floor of the Buddhist pagoda.
The mental suppression suddenly became incredibly powerful, with Buddhist mantras slowly emanating from it, swirling around Yang Feng's ears.
The echo lingered in my ears!
Yang Feng suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head!
It felt as if ten thousand fine needles were piercing through.
How is that possible?
The mental pressure within Buddhism...
It actually had a strong impact on me!
Yang Feng gripped his hair tightly with both hands, his nails digging into the dandruff, his delicate features contorted in shock.
"Amitabha......"
A clear, crisp sound came from the direction of the seventh floor and entered Yang Feng's mind.
He tried to cleanse the demonic thoughts from his mind.
"ah!!"
Yang Feng knelt on one knee, released his head with both hands, and let his hair hang down, obscuring his handsome face. A black aura surrounded him, enveloping his entire body.
It blocks out all external sound waves.
"I wish to become a demon, but what can Buddha do to me?"
Suddenly, a cold and indifferent voice came from Yang Feng's mouth.
He opened his eyes!
It emitted a scarlet light.