My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

As dawn breaks, the Compassion Temple, which should be accompanied by the melodious sound of bells and the gentle chanting of Buddhist scriptures, is bathed in the light of day.

Now, all that remains is the dust and smoke rising from the collapsed gate.

On the shattered bluestone slab, half of a twisted, heavy bronze door remains.

Outside the gate, a huge crowd of ancient city residents peered in, their faces filled with awe.

Inside the gate were 108 elite monks, their bodies painted with gold and wielding long staffs that reached their eyebrows.

They formed a massive array, with golden true energy flowing and connecting between them.

From a distance, it resembles an impregnable golden wall, exuding a sense of solemnity and majesty.

The abbot, draped in a bright red kasaya, stood atop the high steps of the main hall.

He looked down at the two figures, one large and one small, at the entrance, a cruel sneer playing on his lips.

"This humble monk thought it was some kind of three-headed, six-armed dragon crossing the river."

The abbot gripped the nine-ringed tin staff tightly, the iron rings on the staff making a crisp clinking sound.

"Turns out he was just an arrogant brat who didn't know his own limitations."

His gaze passed over Li Chen and landed on Si Zi, who was rummaging through her pink handbag.

The greedy glint in his eyes was almost overflowing.

That bag contains a spatial magic treasure filled with countless top-grade spiritual fruits!

"What's wrong?"

When the abbot saw that Li Chen not only did not draw his sword, but also took half a step back, he immediately let out a sneer.

"When death is imminent, are you planning to send a five-year-old girl to take the fall?"

"Little girl, no matter how many toys you fill your bag, they can't stop the Dragon-Subduing Arhat Formation of my Compassionate Temple!"

Faced with this mockery.

Li Chen didn't even have the energy to refute.

He simply stood quietly to the side, arms crossed, with a leisurely air of watching a good show.

And Sizi, standing in front, finally took out what she wanted from her bag.

It was a round sphere, only the size of a fist, with red and white markings.

The little girl raised her head, and there was not a trace of fear on her delicate, beautiful face.

Instead, they were filled with an eagerness to "tear down the house".

"You wicked monks not only rob the poor of their money, but also send people to cause trouble at the inn in the middle of the night."

Si Zi put his hands on his hips and announced loudly.

"Today, the leader of the Rhinoceros Cult will tear down all your dilapidated houses!"

The words fell.

She gripped the red and white ball tightly in her hand and struck a cool throwing pose.

He hurled it forcefully towards the 108 golden-clad warrior monks.

"Time to get to work, little bear!"

"Buzz—"

The red and white balls traced an arc in mid-air before emitting a muffled thud.

A thick cloud of white mist exploded in the center of the square.

"Playing tricks!"

The abbot snorted coldly and slammed his staff into the ground.

"Form the Dragon Subduing Seal! Crush them!"

One hundred and eight monks roared in unison, their voices booming like bells.

They raised their long staffs simultaneously, and a dazzling Buddhist light shot into the sky, converging in mid-air to form a golden dragon phantom that was tens of feet long.

The giant dragon, baring its fangs and claws, with a suffocating sense of oppression, charged straight at the cloud of white mist.

Just as the golden dragon was about to crash into the white mist.

"roar--!"

A furious roar, seemingly from the most ancient and primordial times, erupted.

It rolled out from the depths of the white mist.

The sound contained the terrifying pressure of a high-level demon king, which directly tore the countless chanting sounds to shreds.

A strong wind swept through, and the white mist dissipated.

A colossal black and white beast, as large as a small mountain, suddenly appeared in everyone's sight.

That was the Demon King who protected the Tang Dynasty, the Berserk Giant Panda.

Its sturdy limbs stood firmly on the bluestone slabs like pillars supporting the sky.

His small, bloodshot eyes revealed an undisguised ferocity and fanaticism.

What's most unsettling is...

The giant beast was even wearing a pair of ridiculously large pink boxing gloves on its two front paws.

"What...what kind of monster is this?!"

The monks standing at the front row felt their breath catch in their throats.

The ferocious aura emanating from the giant beast pressed down on their hearts as if it were a tangible force, causing their golden bodies to tremble slightly.

midair.

The golden dragon, formed by the array, roared and charged up to the top of the giant panda's head.

The giant panda looked up at the loach, which was baring its teeth and claws.

Its bear paws, clad in pink gauntlets, collided with each other, producing a dull thud.

Then.

It did not choose to throw a punch directly.

The giant panda turned its enormous head and its gaze fell on the edge of the square.

There stands an ancient weeping willow, over 800 years old and so thick that it would take several people to encircle it.

The weeping willow has lush branches and leaves, and its trunk is as hard as iron.

The panda's eyes lit up.

It completely ignored the golden dragon pressing down on its head.

With strong strides, he ran "thump thump thump" to the weeping willow.

Amidst the stunned gazes of all the monks in the temple and the onlookers outside the gate.

The giant panda stretched out its arms, clad in pink boxing gloves, and clung tightly to the thick willow trunk.

In an instant, every muscle in his body bulged, and beneath his black and white fur, it seemed as if magma was surging.

"roar!"

It was accompanied by a deafening roar.

The giant panda pushed off the ground with both legs.

"Click click click—"

The earth began to shake violently.

The hard bluestone slabs shattered inch by inch.

That ancient weeping willow, rooted in the ground for hundreds of years, along with a large patch of soil around it.

This raging behemoth actually pulled it out of the ground!

The splashing of dirt and the snapping sound of tree roots were sickening.

The giant panda gripped the thick willow trunk with both hands, lifting the entire tree high above its head like a giant broom.

A dense demonic power flowed from its arms into the tree trunk.

Ordinary wood becomes harder than steel at this moment.

"Break it!"

The ox behind him jumped up and down excitedly, giving loud instructions.

The giant panda grinned, revealing its large mouth full of fangs, and let out an excited, strange cry.

It hugged the huge weeping willow and suddenly exerted force with its waist.

He swung it fiercely at the golden dragon that was swooping down from mid-air!

"BOOM—!!!"

The tree trunk collided with the golden dragon.

There was no stalemate whatsoever.

The golden dragon, which had gathered the true essence of 108 martial monks, was no match for this pure and unreasonable brute force.

A glass ornament that looks like it has been struck by a hammer.

It instantly shattered into countless golden specks of light that scattered across the sky.

The giant panda's movements did not stop for a moment.

It embraced the large tree, turned around, and swept the weeping willow, which was over ten feet long, into the formation of the martial monks like autumn leaves being swept away by the wind.

The wind howled and the airflow collapsed.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

A series of dull, rapid impacts rang out.

The so-called Dragon-Subduing Arhat Formation collapsed instantly.

Those self-proclaimed invincible monks were struck by the great tree imbued with demonic power the moment they were hit.

The gold paint on his body cracked and shattered.

The sound of ribs breaking was incessant.

One hundred and eight people, just like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

It screamed and streaked through the air in golden parabolas.

Some crashed into the courtyard wall, creating a large, human-shaped crater.

Some fell into the temple's release pond, splashing up huge sprays of water.

Some were even swept out of the temple gate and landed on the street.

It was just a brief encounter.

It was just one blow.

The most prized heritage of Cibei Temple was swept into the dustbin of history by this raging beast.

Above the higher levels.

The abbot's nine-ringed staff slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

His face, which had been rosy and glowing, was now as pale as paper.

My legs started to tremble uncontrollably.

"Demolish! Keep demolishing!"

Si Zi had no intention of stopping just like that.

She brought a whole demolition team with her today.

The little girl opened her bag again.

Two streaks of light shot out.

A magnificent tiger, its body ablaze with crimson flames, roared through the mountains and forests as it landed in front of the side hall on the left.

A terrifying owl with three heads and a wingspan of over ten feet hovered in the air, blocking out the sunlight.

"Big Yellow, Sanmao!"

Sizi pointed to the magnificent Buddhist temples with her little finger.

"Take all these fraudulent houses to the ground!"