Chapter 327 King Kong’s Angry Eyes
Under the continuous bombardment of thousands of punches, the air was instantly torn apart, and a series of roars erupted, as if the heaven and earth were trembling with this horrific attack.

The surging force seemed to completely submerge the golden-armored general Shan Xiongxin in this violent fist.

The golden-bodied Arhat's boxing skills were extremely powerful and majestic. Every punch he threw was as powerful as thunder, as if it could tear the void apart. His fists flashed with dazzling golden light, as if they contained endless power.

His boxing movements are smooth and coherent, with each move containing tremendous force.

Sometimes he looked like a furious King Kong, with mighty and fierce punches, attacking Shan Xiongxin with an overwhelming force; sometimes he was leaping like a nimble monkey, with agile and flexible body, and punching at tricky and strange angles, making Shan Xiongxin unable to defend himself.

The boxing style of the Dragon-Subduing Master not only focuses on the burst of power, but also contains subtle changes. When he swings his arms, it seems to drive the air around him, forming invisible gusts of wind, which oppress the opponent so much that he can hardly breathe.

Every punch was accompanied by a deafening roar, like the roar of a dragon or a tiger, which was breathtaking. The red-haired and golden-armored general was now suppressed by the violent punches of the golden-bodied Arhat. Each punch was so powerful that it seemed to shatter the space. He felt difficulty breathing, as if a heavy stone was pressing on his chest, making it difficult to breathe.

Under this violent attack, the golden-armored general could only defend himself. He waved his golden-topped Zaoyang spear with both arms, struggling to block the fierce punches of the Arhat that were like falling stars. His movements seemed very hasty and flustered.

His eyes revealed a hint of helplessness and anxiety. He tried to find an opportunity to counterattack, but found that he was completely covered by Luohan's fist, with no gap to exploit.

At this moment, he was like a small boat facing the stormy waves, drifting in the turbulent sea and could be swallowed up by this violent force at any time.

Every time he resisted, his body suffered a huge impact and his steps involuntarily stepped back.

However, despite being in such a disadvantage, General Jinjia still gritted his teeth and persevered tenaciously, trying to find a glimmer of hope in this almost hopeless predicament.

With the blessing of the Azure Dragon Fighting Spirit, Shan Xiongxin is on par with the super human martial spirit, only half a level weaker than the strongest human martial spirit under normal circumstances. He can hold his own against the strongest human martial spirit under normal circumstances for a period of time.

It is on par with ordinary divine martial spirits. Under normal circumstances, the strongest human martial spirit can kill ordinary divine martial spirits. Although it cannot reach the combat power of divine martial spirits at the great god level, it is superior among ordinary divine martial spirits.

The combat power of a super human martial spirit is roughly equivalent to that of an ordinary divine martial spirit of the middle or lower tier, and the hell realm of its host has the potential to enter the realm of high-level great scorching heat.

As for people like Shan Xiongxin, who is a top-level human martial spirit and has reached the level of a super human martial spirit with the blessing of the Azure Dragon War Spirit, although the combat power of his guardian spirit is impeccable, the person who hosts his spirit can only reach the seventh level of Great Scorch Rescue at most.

After all, the gods' gift is due to their guilt towards the guardian spirit itself, and has nothing to do with the person who hosts the spirit, so the effect is naturally discounted.

At this moment, the middle-aged man, Shan Xiongxin's spirit host, has reached the seventh level of Great Scorch. The quality of the guardian spirit not only affects the upper limit of the spirit host's hell and the speed of hell cultivation, but also affects the combat power.

In the same hell, the one with higher quality guardian spirit is stronger.

Of course, the unequal situation in Hell and the difference in quality of the guardian spirits of both sides also create the possibility of cross-level battles.

The rank of the Venerable Jianglong is far superior to that of Shan Xiongxin!

Shan Xiongxin roared angrily, and the sound seemed to be able to break through the sky and shake apart the clouds.

Along with his roar, the green dragon on his body also roared. The sound of the dragon's roar and the roar intertwined with each other, and the sound was deafening.

"Blue Dragon Crazy Waterfall!"

The veins on his arms bulged, and the bulges were like the roots of a coiled dragon, containing endless power. He held the golden top Zaoyang Spear tightly with both hands, poured all his strength into it, and swung it vigorously. The spear carried an indomitable momentum, and used a move of Qinglong Kuangpu Piercing, the tip of the spear flashed with cold light, and stabbed madly at the golden body Arhat.

This stab was like a blue lightning streaking through the void, with a determination to tear everything apart, and the speed was so fast that it was hard to keep up. The surrounding airflow was driven by the spear, forming a powerful whirlwind, with flying sand and rocks.

Seeing this, the Golden Body Arhat Jianglong Venerable looked calm, without any sign of panic. He narrowed his eyes slightly and calmly responded to Shan Xiongxin's fierce attack.

The red-haired spiritual officer Shan Xiongxin's eyes opened wide, and flames seemed to be spewing out of his angry eyes. He clenched his steel teeth, his cheeks puffed up, and a dull roar came from his throat again.

He kicked the ground with his legs, leaned forward, and held the Golden Top Zaoyang Spear tighter with both hands. The muscles on his arms were tense, and the veins were bulging like an angry dragon. He used all his strength to thrust the spear forward. The spear carried his anger and determination, like a blue lightning flashing through the void, so fast that only a residual image was left.

I saw many golden Sanskrit characters slowly flying out from the golden body of Arhat, each Sanskrit character shining with a sacred and mysterious light.

They danced in the air in an orderly manner and gathered together. The Sanskrit words intertwined and merged, and instantly transformed into a golden light curtain.

The light curtain was dazzling, like an indestructible wall, emitting endless majesty and power.

Shan Xiongxin's violent attack hit the golden light curtain hard, but it was like a surging wave hitting a solid reef and could not break through the defense line at all.

While the light curtain was bearing this huge impact, layers of golden ripples appeared on its surface, but it remained as solid as before, blocking all of Shan Xiongxin's attacks.

"Donor, you've finished fighting, it's my turn now!"

The Venerable Jianglong still had a look of compassion on his face, but the words he said were not compassionate at all.

"Arhat Dragon Roar Fist!"

The Dragon-Subduing Arhat's eyes widened in anger, and his voice was like a bell, shaking the whole field. He stamped his feet on the ground, and his body shot forward like an arrow from a bow, attacking again. His waist and abdomen exerted force instantly, driving the muscles of his arms to bulge high, and his golden fist, like a blazing sun, fell to the ground like a meteor, and attacked wildly like a violent storm.

Every time he swung a punch, he would take a deep breath first, then concentrate all his strength on one point, and then punch out with great force with a roar.

His wrists turned flexibly, making the attack angles of his fists varied and unpredictable. Every time he threw a punch, there was a sound of thunder and wind, and waves of dragon roars resounded through the sky, as if to shatter the sky.

Two slightly smaller golden dragons hovered above his arms, their heads held high and their whiskers fluttering. The golden dragons danced as he swung his fists, their bodies sometimes entwined and sometimes stretched, as if they had merged into one with the Arhat.

The Arhat Subduing the Dragon sometimes punches sideways, sometimes jumps and strikes hard, and sometimes spins and sweeps sideways. His posture is agile and his movements are smooth and flowing.

Wherever the fist passed, the space was torn into tiny cracks, and the air was squeezed and rushed everywhere, forming violent whirlwinds.

His facial expression looked a little ferocious due to extreme concentration and effort, veins bulged on his forehead and sweat poured down like rain, but his eyes were extremely firm and full of an indomitable momentum.

The Bodhisattva lowers his eyebrows, showing compassion to the six realms.

The Vajra has angry eyes, so it can subdue the four demons.

(End of this chapter)