Ning An's Wild Wish System

The two worked extraordinarily well together, and in just an instant, they split into two shadows, punching forward from the left and right.

One focused on attacking the upper three paths, and the other on the lower three paths, with a clear division of labor!

If it were any ordinary person, or even a martial arts master, they would have to dodge first.

Their moves were so vicious that a slight touch could be deadly.

Watching the two strike, Li Daocheng’s eyes also showed a hint of ferocity.

"Snap!"

"Snap!"

With two crisp sounds, the fists swung by the two were firmly caught by Li Daocheng.

Their attack, once swift as lightning and indestructible, was instantly shattered in Li Daocheng’s hands.

Like throwing a stone into the ocean, not even a splash was made.

Not good!

The two martial monks realized the situation was dire as soon as their fists met Li Daocheng’s.

Their hearts trembled, and they tried to withdraw their fists, hoping to escape for a time.

But Li Daocheng wouldn’t give them the chance!

Looking at their twisted faces, Li Daocheng smiled brightly, applying force with his hands.

"Crunch!"

The sound of bones breaking.

"Ah!"

The pain of broken arm bones turned the faces of the two martial monks gray as dust, with sweat the size of soybeans continuously dropping, their painful cries echoing throughout the hall.

Li Daocheng didn’t care for them; he only ensured they survived, other things didn’t concern him.

"Bang!"

With two collision sounds, the two black-robed martial monks were thrown out just like the previous yellow-robed ones.

They lay on the ground, twisted, holding their broken arms, faces flushed, suppressing their anguish with constant moans.

At this moment, Li Daocheng had completely won over the viewers in the live stream.

"Damn, can this really be what an old man in his seventies or eighties looks like? One punch, and down goes a muscular guy; who could withstand that?"

"Brothers, I’ve already bought my plane ticket, about to fly to Cishan. I don’t care anymore, even if Daoist Master scorns me, slaps me into a nap like a baby, I’ll accept it!"

"From now on, my favorite martial arts star is no longer those popular artists, but our Daoist Master! Even if Bruce Lee came back to life, he wouldn’t compare!"

"Husband, look at me, have you forgotten your secular wife? Come back quickly, our child has grown up without his dad, he’s suffered so much, come back soon."

"Damn, there you go again, are you calling everyone husband? You called a rich guy husband, then a top student husband, even a gym coach husband I accepted, but I didn’t expect you to run into this live stream and call a Daoist Master in his seventies or eighties your husband, have you no shame?"

"Haha, shame? What’s that used for, I don’t know! I know you’re just jealous, can’t bring yourself to say it, but deep down you want to be like me. Sister, let me tell you, wanting both appearance and virtue, better find a club where some bosses might find you appealing, you’ll come back thanking me."

"Well, I don’t care about this matter with you two, I’m just curious if now that Daoist Master is of such age, do you think he can still have desires of that aspect?"

"That’s where you’re wrong, men from puberty until they’re hung up on the wall are never honest, hehe, want me to teach you some tricks to snag that person you want?"

"..."

Li Daocheng coldly glanced at the two black-robed martial monks on the ground, but refrained from further attack.

Instead, he turned to look at the center of the hall, where a Bodhisattva was enshrined.

Originally, it should have been the statue of his ancestral master there, but now it was replaced by a gilded Bodhisattva.

Her face was merciful, eyes serene and maternal, seeming to pity all beings.

Around her, countless incense candles turned into thick red mist, tightly enveloping her.

Below the candles were offerings from devotees, for the Bodhisattva to enjoy.

Looking at this scene, Li Daocheng grew increasingly angry, his eyes almost bursting.

In previous years, the statue of his ancestral master had been enshrined there, served daily with incense, never ceasing.

Every first and fifteenth, he respectfully offered sacrifices, confiding worldly matters to his ancestral master.

But now, the ancestral master’s tranquility vanished, replaced by the stench of the mundane, and even his statue discarded in some corner.

"Damn you! How dare you!"

Li Daocheng grinned mockingly, and approached with a flying kick.

"Boom!"

Dust filled the air, accompanied by a loud noise, the statue fell straight down.

As the dust settled, when everyone looked again, the originally intact statue was now dismembered.

"Crack!"

It wasn’t over yet, the statue’s bust suddenly cracked like pottery, emitting a series of crisp noises.

A few seconds later, the bust split open, scattered in pieces all around.

The live stream viewers, just chatting away, were awe-struck.

"Can a person achieve this? A kick cracked a statue weighing a thousand or even several thousand pounds!"

"Not only cracked, but the bust shattered, which is far more violent, ten times more terrifying than destroying the whole statue!"

"I thought Daoist Master’s palm-breaking of the iron gate was the peak, but he showed me otherwise with another palm, is this power even human!"

"This isn’t human, clearly a humanoid fighter jet, no, far more terrifying than a humanoid fighter jet!"

"Hehe, I feel so satisfied watching Daoist Master’s kick, look at those baldies’ faces, they look like they’ve lost their parents, hahahaha."

"Serves them right! This is Daoist Master’s own cultivation ground, yet they occupied it, not unleashing carnage already shows immense restraint, they should be grateful."

"..."

Hiding in the corner, the monks looked angrily at the shattered statue.

Yet seeing it fourfold shattered, they shuddered.

Under such a humanoid Fierce Beast, no matter the grievances, they dare not utter a word, only silently recite the sutras in their hearts.

They’re not the true monks of ancient times, whose doctrines, even if outmatched, prompted them to fight bravely, bloodied if necessary.

They might be ordained monks now, but the so-called Buddhist concerns mean nothing to them.

To them, Buddha is merely a tool for money, if it doesn’t earn money, what kind of Buddha is it?

Li Daocheng coldly laughed watching the monks’ abysmal reaction.

He’d long guessed these monks were like cowardly mice, but didn’t expect to find them so pathetic.

"How bold!"

Unexpectedly, two black-robed martial monks stood up to defend the Buddha, maintaining their dignity.

"How dare you destroy our statue, this is a sin of great disrespect!"

"Fellow cultivator, you should know the importance of this statue, destroying it means no matter where you flee, we’ll see you perish!"

Their faces were pale, bodies trembling, but they forced themselves upright, hurling abuse at Li Daocheng.

Compared to the ostrich-like monks, those with dignity were far more respectable.

Watching them, Li Daocheng didn’t utter a word or attack but walked to Xiaolitou.

"Are you streaming right now?"

Xiaolitou nodded quickly, nervous: "Grandpa Li, if you think it’s inappropriate, I’ll immediately shut it down."

"No, no need to shut it down."

Li Daocheng smiled slightly: "I need a small favor from you now."

"Grandpa Li, go ahead, I’ll surely help!"

Seeing his girlfriend’s admiration beside him, his back straightened unconsciously.

"Nothing big, just connect me to Changchun Temple."

Eyeing other statues nearby, Li Daocheng licked his lips, smirked wickedly:

"Today, this poor Daoist will show everyone what ancient Buddhist destruction really looked like!"

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