The visitor was a monk, stepping on a lotus, with his entire body enveloped in a peaceful aura.

The crowd was surprised and exclaimed, "Even Senior Brother Fajie has emerged from seclusion."

"This will be an interesting show to watch."

"Isn’t Senior Brother Fajie the highest-ranked Buddhist cultivator of our generation?"

"Of course, after all, he is the last disciple of the revered monk Jin Chanzi. Last year on the Ten Outstanding Talents list, he ranked eighth."

"..."

A group of people discussed excitedly, watching the monk approach.

He paid a Buddhist salute to Long Fei and said, "Amitabha, I just noticed the Benefactor understands the Buddhist Golden Body Technique. Are you perhaps one of us from the Buddhist Sect?"

Long Fei shook his head, "No, just a bit of unrelated affinity."

Fajie nodded and said, "I see."

He observed Wang Xiaoya beside Long Fei, confirming the statement.

A monk leaves worldly affairs behind; how can he have a woman by his side?

Long Fei asked him, "How would you like to compare notes, young monk?"

Fajie spread his palm and said, "I practice the Great Sun Tathagata Palm. If you can take one palm from me, it will count as your victory."

His expression was calm, confident in his palm technique.

The onlookers didn’t see him as arrogant because during the Ten Outstanding Talents competition, he won seven matches with this palm alone.

Long Fei spread his hand and chuckled, "Coincidentally, I have a palm too. If the young monk can take one palm from me, it counts as the young monk’s victory."

The crowd burst into laughter, thinking Long Fei truly didn’t know his limits.

Fajie smiled while his intent showed seriousness.

He raised his palm, suddenly a golden light burst, condensing a statue of the Golden Buddha Dharma Laksana towering over a hundred meters tall.

Buddhist chanting echoed, the golden light intensified.

The cultivators around were all shocked, momentarily feeling as if they were being enlightened by this Golden Buddha Dharma Laksana.

This great hand of the Golden Buddha Dharma Laksana raised, like a mountain, pressing fiercely towards Long Fei.

Enveloped in golden light, the pressure shook the heavens.

Around Long Fei, a brilliant light shone, like golden waterfalls pressing from the sky.

The power of Buddhist Law fused into this handprint completely.

Long Fei stood beneath it, looking like an ant compared to the handprint.

The crowd held their breath, thinking Long Fei was meeting a tough challenger this time, wondering how he could still be arrogant at Chang’an Academy.

At this moment, a black Demon God Dharma Laksana simultaneously soared from Long Fei’s body.

This Dharma Laksana was exceedingly fierce, with muscles coiled all over its body, skin golden, resembling an ancient savage crossing over, fiercely raised its hand, and similarly released a palm print.

On the field, two giant figures confronted each other, one a solemn Buddha image, the other a fierce demon image.

The golden and earth-yellow auras clashed against each other in the air.

The two palm prints met, simultaneously striking a single point.

As the palm prints moved, boom, boom, boom, blasts of sound reverberated through the void.

The surrounding students covered their ears, hearts pounding, feeling like the sky was collapsing.

A voice wondered in the shadows, "Is this the legendary Witch God Dharma Laksana?"

"Is this young one of the Witch God Bloodline?"

"The Witch God only cultivates the physical body, not the soul. It doesn’t seem like it, does it?"

The old men showed surprise on their faces.

They were the elders from various faculties of the academy, gathered by the Academy Head since Long Fei fought the Zhang family brothers.

Because they couldn’t fathom Long Fei’s intentions, the group appeared anxious.

While they conversed, the two palm prints clashed in the air.

These were the world’s top palm techniques, crashing together like two mountains colliding.

Suddenly the void seemed to be torn apart, a massive flame soared skyward accompanied by a thunderous explosion.

The massive shockwave swept ferociously across the Martial Arts Field.

If not for the array protecting the field, this shockwave would have leveled the academy.

Some disciples with low cultivation levels were swept by the blast, their blood surged, Divine Seas shook, spewing out fresh blood.

The earth-yellow palm print gathered earth elemental force from all directions, surging with pressure against the golden handprint.

"Buddhist Law is infinite!"

The golden handprint refused to back down, channeling the prayer energy of monks from all temples in Chang’an City, shining brightly, chanting Buddhist hymns, clashing against the earth-yellow elemental force handprint.

At this moment, all of Chang’an City echoed with Buddhist chanting, torrents of prayer energy like golden rivers converging on Fajie.

The pressure accumulating on Long Fei and Fajie’s bodies grew heavier.

The powers of the earth-yellow and golden handprints increased, the clash making the void shake and distort.

Fajie quickly faltered under the pressure, unable to maintain the golden prayer energy.

This rise and fall quickly let Long Fei’s growing Demon God Handprint overpower his own.

The void groaned with a muffled explosion, the golden handprint shattered and scattered.

Fajie was thrown backward, with his muscles and bones instantly crushed by the force.

An old monk hurriedly emerged from the mountain temple gate, took out a Golden Core and quickly fed it to Fajie.

A cracking sound like beans frying in an iron pot came from Fajie, popping sounds echoing, moments later his bones returned to their original state.

"Thank you, Master!"

Fajie folded his hands in salute.

This old monk was not his master, but the Academy Head of the Buddhist branch of Chang’an Academy, specializing in teaching Buddhist Law.

The old monk nodded calmly and said, "A monk should not compete with the world, why wrestle for superiority?"

He silently turned away, disappearing as if he had never appeared.

Fajie felt unsettled, inquiring Long Fei, "It’s often said, evil cannot defeat righteousness. How did your Demon God Dharma Laksana triumph over my Buddha Dharma Laksana?"

The Demon God Dharma Laksana on Long Fei had long since receded, otherwise Fajie would already be dead.

He told Fajie, "The Buddhist Sect speaks of, ’There is no tree in Bodhi, nor mirror’s stand. Fundamentally there is nothing, where does dust land. Good and evil, right and wrong, moral or demonic, all are transformations of the human heart. Where’s the concept of high and low?’"

Fajie shook his head, "I don’t want to hear these profound truths, I just want to know why I lost?"

Long Fei replied, "You lost because your foundation is unstable, and your understanding of Buddhist Law is too shallow. Buddhist Law is infinite, but you can only obtain a sliver. Although this Buddhist prayer energy can be used by you, how much can you truly bear? Remember, to enlighten others, you must first enlighten yourself."

Fajie furrowed his brow, took a while to respond, folding his hands, "Goodness, the young monk shall remember this."

All arrogance left him, retreating quietly.

The students secretly swallowed, surprised that even Fajie lost to Long Fei.

If none of the top ten disciples appeared, Chang’an Academy would suffer a huge embarrassment.

Princess Taihua was thrilled, jumping and bouncing with Wang Xiaoya, for being able to single-handedly bring Chang’an Academy down, only her master could manage such a feat.

If this news spreads, her status in the Cultivation World is bound to rise significantly.

After a while, Academy Head Li Chunfeng finally arrived with a group of faculty heads and elders.

The disciples saw them and promptly saluted with clasped fists.

Some disciples were indignant and shouted, "Academy Head, avenge us!"

"Academy Head, discipline this fellow well!"

"Academy Head, we can’t let him run rampant at Chang’an Academy can we?"

"..."