Taiyi Dao Fruit

"Boom!"

Thunder struck directly from above, but the Naga apparition transformed into a solid form, intercepted across the sky, and collided with the thunder.

When a Dao Fruit reached a certain progress, it would manifest an apparition during the application of its Dao Fruit Ability; however, such apparitions were merely superficial, mainly to display a bit of majesty.

Yet, this monk's Dao Fruit apparition could turn illusion into reality, materializing a tangible body of essence, fighting against the thunder, which opened Jiang Li's eyes.

"This is the effect of the Summoning Technique. For others, the Dao Fruit apparition is of little use, but for the people in the Buddha Country, it is the best carrier for cultivating the Summoning Technique."

Feng Manlou explained, "One person's body, yet capable of wielding the power of two or even multiple, even if the summoned entity is not as strong as the person itself, it's still formidable."

"It is said that in the Buddha Country, the Awakened one has reached the pinnacle of this technique, able to summon the past Seven Buddhas simultaneously with the seven types of Dao Fruits he contains, jointly reciting the Seven Buddhas' Sin Erasure True Words, subduing demons and conquering Devils, truly formidable."

The Naga Dragon King shattered the thunder with a headbutt, though slightly ethereal in appearance, it protected the monk from harm.

The monk instantly stomped the ground, shattering it into large pieces of debris, leaving deep footprints while propelling forward like a cannonball towards the Taiping Sect's doctor.

Although it seemed more aligned with Magic Practitioner, the Naga Dao Fruit was actually more focused on the enhancement of the physical body. Generally speaking, the 'dragon' in Buddhist Dragon Elephant refers to Naga – the most powerful being in water, and the 'elephant' refers to the most potent force on land; together, they represent the ultimate strength.

It seemed like a Magic Practitioner, but in reality, it was a true Martial Cultivator; those unfamiliar might be caught off guard.

However, there were powerful warriors by the doctor's side.

"Where is the powerful warrior?"

"The powerful warrior is here."

The Yellow Turban Warrior stepped forward and threw a ferocious punch towards the charging figure.

"Bang!"

Fist against palm, the monk met the heavy punch with his palm at the crucial moment, the collision of powerful strengths creating a booming sound, further causing the ground beneath their feet to crack in a semicircular pattern.

Feng Manlou continued to explain, "The Moving Mountain Warrior of the Taiping Sect possesses the Dao Fruit Ability 'Powerful Five Mountains,' which grants infinite strength, along with their extremely rigorous body-refinement technique. The monk, also being Seventh Rank, might find it difficult to compete unless he has cultivated the strongest strength enhancing technique of the Buddha Country, 'Buddha's Scripture of the Strongman Moving Mountains'..."

"Crack!"

Under the forceful wind, the monk's sleeve burst open, revealing his blue-veined arm.

"It seems he is not qualified to cultivate such a Divine Skill," Feng Manlou said regretfully.

The surprise attack halted, the doctor immediately employed the Thunder Technique again, launching a Palm Thunder towards the monk's face.

The monk simply jerked his neck backward, looking as though he had broken it and dodged the Palm Thunder, while the Naga struck, biting at the Yellow Turban Warrior's head.

But simultaneously, the doctor raised his hand, placing a Yellow Talisman on the warrior, covering his body in a yellow light. Despite the Naga's bite, the warrior remained unharmed.

"Actually, the Yellow Turban Warriors of the Taiping Sect are ancient Daoist Soldiers cultivated by Cultivators, akin to a kind of human-shaped Magic Artifact. Each doctor has a warrior attending them, mutually resonant, generally speaking, even if facing two enemies of the same realm simultaneously, they can fight and win."

"Though the Naga Dao Fruit also has abilities related to poison, capable of inflicting deadly toxins, it can't break through the defenses of the Yellow Turban Warrior. The poison is useless."

Feng Manlou, seemingly addicted to explaining, continued to speak non-stop, "This monk is going to suffer."

As if verifying Feng Manlou's words, after the talisman was applied, the Yellow Turban Warrior, as if divinely assisted, displayed an extremely ferocious side.

His hands like big axes, like heavy hammers, crushed the Naga's attack, pummeled the monk's hands, forcing the monk to retreat step by step.

Like a war chariot, charging straight ahead, colliding directly, each strike dispersing force outward, producing mournful wind noises, the force hitting the ground from a distance, creating deep indentations.

Moreover, with a doctor constantly unleashing the Thunder Technique, the monk was indeed in danger at every step.

He kept parrying and dodging; sometimes his body undulated like waves, dissipating formidable strength, and at other times, his limbs bent in movements that ordinary people could not perform, executing various actions against normal human bodily functions.

Yet even so, the danger persisted.

"Supreme Yoga Secret Method is indeed a strong cultivation technique, but sadly, it cannot reverse the downfall," Feng Manlou said.

As he spoke, the strong warrior threw a punch that landed on crossed arms, the force bursting the sleeves instantaneously and revealing arms that flushed with a dark red hue.

This punch, who knew how many capillaries it had broken?

The monk eventually could not hold on, unable to dissipate the force, and was blown away by a single punch.

He was like a small grass swayed by a fierce wind, swept away along with it.

'This is using the force to retreat; this Supreme Yoga Secret Method is really not bad,' Jiang Li noticed the monk's intention and inwardly praised.

Then, he saw the monk, flying toward him, kick out midair, his leg striking like a viper toward Feng Manlou's heavenly spirit.

Idle talks too much, inciting resentment.

Just by seeing the fierce expression emerging on the monk's face, it was clear how dissatisfied he was with Feng Manlou's idle chatter. Most importantly, he was being aggressively forced back by two from the Taiping Sect, powerless to counterattack, and now, furiously overwhelmed, was looking for someone to vent on.

And since Feng Manlou only looked moderately handsome, and Jiang Li was currently in disguise, neither of their appearances matched that of a master, so who else to vent on but them?

"Junior brother, go."

In the blink of an eye, in a flash of lightning, Feng Manlou swiftly shrunk back behind Jiang Li at an incredible speed, then pushed Jiang Li toward the incoming viper-like leg.

Jiang Li remembered well the actions he and Gongsun Qingyue had taken that day, and now it was his time to repay.

'So fast!'

The monk, seeing how quickly Feng Manlou moved, sensed something ominous, but it was too late to retract his move. He immediately directed the Naga to strike at Jiang Li, while he used the Supreme Yoga Secret Method to control his body, looking for an opportunity to use the force again.

However...

"Yin Talisman Seven Skills·Real Intent Technique Viper."

In Jiang Li's eyes, complex patterns emerged, and he fixated on the incoming leg with a glance, applying an invisible force on the thigh bone.

Transmission, resonance, one bone collided with another, all the bones in the body connected in a chain, the flexible body whipped fiercely in mid-air.

"Snap!"

The approaching Naga vanished, as its master suddenly fell from the sky, lying on the ground like a boneless snake, motionless.

He was dead.

"Why bother?" Jiang Li sighed lightly.

"Randomly venting anger but to encounter you, such is fate," someone else remarked.

This was a young man dressed in a white scholar's robe, with sword-shaped eyebrows extending into his temples, sharp yet not oppressive, his demeanor carried an elegance, with perfectly proportioned facial features that gave a sense of perfection.

However, this refined and perfect scholar carried with him a long saber, ill-fitting with his temperament.

"Sir, such powerful eye power, such profound calculation power," the peculiar scholar addressed Jiang Li.