Casting aside the side effect of causing baldness, the Arhat Fist was the supreme fist technique of Buddhist sects. Previously, Lu Yang had refrained from using it for fear of accidentally harming Lan Ting. However, now that his clone was in charge of handling Lan Ting while he dealt with Bai Ming, he could finally unleash the Arhat Fist without restraint.0

“Let’s see how you’re going to divide your attention!” Bai Ming was certain that Lu Yang couldn’t control two bodies simultaneously. His sharp spear immediately thrust forward like a shooting star across the night sky.0

Lu Yang calmly tracked the spear’s tip, a hollow resonance emanating from within him, as if Buddha was chanting sutras to deliver all living beings from suffering. His fists shot forth with thunderous momentum, meeting the spear in a violent collision that sent ink-wash ripples pulsing...1