Just as Li Qingyang finished speaking!
"Boom!"
Dorje's body leaned forward, and his feet kicked fiercely. His entire body was like a cannonball that was fired from a barrel, and he attacked Li Qingyang fiercely!!
He struck out with his palm, and his entire palm instantly swelled with blood, becoming twice as big as before. It looked extremely terrifying!!
Li Qingyang did not move at all. He did not even lift his eyelids as he watched the other party unleash his unparalleled might.
"Monk from the Central Plains, die!"
Seeing how arrogant Li Qingyang was, Dorje was furious. He felt humiliated and his eyes revealed a violent killing intent.
"Boom!"
A huge blood-red palm tore through the air, producing a low whistle.
Seeing the power of this palm, the so-called human had no doubt that even a rhinoceros would be killed on the spot!!
Li Qingyang finally moved.
He stepped forward and struck out with his palm.
It was one of Shaolin's 72 Ultimate Skills, the Vajra Palm.
The two palms collided, and the difference in size was two times. There was quite a strong contrast.
In the next moment, Li Qingyang's small hand was about to be broken, and he was sent flying by the giant's palm.
But the result was the exact opposite.
The clear sound of bones breaking was heard by all the lamas present.
"Puff!"
Dorje was sent flying. He spat out a mouthful of blood while he was still in the air. His right arm was bent abnormally. It was obvious that it was broken.
"Bang!"
His majestic body smashed into the outer wall of the first floor of the White House and fell to the ground. He struggled to climb up twice, spat out a mouthful of blood, and never got up again.
Li Qingyang retracted his palm and stood up straight. He raised one hand and looked calm.
"Amitabha."
There was silence. Even Awang Rosang Gyatso, who was in the golden carriage, looked serious.
Dorje could be ranked in the top five of the Hotogtu group in the Potala Palace, but he had been defeated by the young monk in front of him in a single blow.
" No wonder Living Buddha said that he's the number one Zen master in the Central Plains…I didn't expect him to be so powerful…"
Dorje cultivated the Tantra's secret technique, the Embryonic Realm, and the Tantra's Vajra Palm. Everyone knew that he was powerful.
However, he couldn't even withstand a single blow from Shaolin Temple's True Yan Monk.
Unbeknownst to him, Li Qingyang's heart had also turned grave.
Even though he had defeated Dorje in one blow, who was he, Li Qingyang?
With a body with all 100 meridians open, the power of a Beast King was added to his body!!
He knew that he was invincible in the world!!
However, he could clearly feel that Dorje's blood essence was as deep as the sea and as majestic as the sun. That palm attack, in particular, was a unique skill that erupted with blood essence.
Such a person would at least be a top-notch expert in the martial arts world. His combat strength was even close to Chen Jinnan, the weakest of the top-notch experts.
Although the total number of Hotogtu was a secret of the Gelug Sect, there were at least thirty to forty of them. This was an astonishing number! This power was so immense!
On the golden chariot, Awang Rosang Gyatso finally looked away from Li Qingyang and said slowly,"
"Kampot, you make your move."
"If we don't defeat him, our Potala Palace will lose face.”
A dark-faced lama in his forties stepped out and bowed deeply to Awang Rosang Gyatso.
"Yes, Living Buddha."
His words were short, but they were filled with determination, courage, and boldness!
He himself was already one of the strongest experts under the Living Buddha of the Potala Palace. If he were to lose again, the Living Buddha would have to go down personally.
At that time, even if he won, it would be a huge loss of face.
After all, the Shaolin monks below were so young. It was definitely impossible for them to be the abbot of the Shaolin Temple. Their status was not equal.
He straightened his body and lightly tapped the tip of his toes. He didn't make as much noise as Dorje and lightly landed twenty feet below.
"Gelug Sect, Hotogtu, Kampot, please enlighten me.”
Li Qingyang raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced at the dark-skinned lama Kampot.
Among Hotogtu, there were eight who were the most revered, only below the Four Living Buddhas. They were known as the Eight Great Hotogtu.
He had noticed that this lama and the other person, compared to the rest of the people around the Dalai Lama, had different hats except for the same clothes.
"If I'm not mistaken, this person is one of the eight Hotogtu masters, one of the top three masters of the Potala Palace…"
Gongbu, in Tibetan, meant guardian god.
Li Qingyang thought so in his heart, but his expression remained unchanged. His voice was calm.
"Shaolin Monastery, Prajna Hall Monk, True Yan, please enlighten me.”
As soon as he finished speaking.
"Phew!"
Just like Dorje, Kampot's figure flashed and chose to attack first.
The person opposite him had unfathomable strength and was the number one Zen master of the Central Plains. As the host, he had no intention of letting the other party make the first move.
"Phew!" "Phew!" "Phew!"
As Kampot's figure flashed, in the blink of an eye, he actually drew out a few afterimages out of thin air!
From afar, it looked like one person had suddenly become four people!!
"Knot!"
Four voices rang out in unison. One by one, four arms extended out, formed hand seals, and smashed down!!
In an instant, a total of sixteen arms attacked Li Qingyang!!
"Good martial arts! Good internal strength!"
Li Qingyang instantly saw through it. This was a supreme technique that used profound internal strength and light to blind people's vision and confuse their hearing to create an illusion.
It was rare to see someone with such ability in this post-apocalyptic world.
Unfortunately, he was facing Li Qingyang!!
"Open!"
His figure flashed, and his legs separated. He still stood at the same spot, not moving half a foot away. His circular force surged, from left to right, covering every area that could be attacked!!
Great Strength Vajra Palm-Vajra Mountain Pushing!!
"Bang!"
The four shadows and the sixteen arms instantly disappeared. The dark-skinned Kampot flew out from Li Qingyang's left front and crashed into a group of lamas.
For a moment, screams rang out. Seven or eight lamas were hit until their bones were broken and they almost lost their lives.
"Bang!"
Kampot fell to the ground and rolled a few times. He could not get up and kept vomiting blood on the ground.
Although his strength was strong, his physique and blood were weaker than Dorje's. He could not withstand Li Qingyang's terrifying Vajra Palm Power at all.
The hundreds of lamas in the hall were dead silent. The only thing left was their screams. The atmosphere was strange.
"Awang Rosang Gyatso!"
Li Qingyang raised his head and looked at the Living Buddha who was sitting high up in the golden carriage. His expression was extremely ugly.
"Potala Palace, is there anyone else?!”
He stood in front of the magnificent Potala Palace and shouted. His internal strength surged and echoed in the mountains and palaces!!
All the lamas in the Potala Palace were rendered speechless and did not dare to respond!!
He wanted to fight against an entire sect by himself and suppress them! He was beaten into submission!
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