In an instant, the faces of almost all the Shaolin disciples froze!
No one could have imagined that with Ye Qiu so severely injured, the Eighteen Arhats would launch a further assault!
And it was the Eighteen Arhats Array!
It was still one of the Eighteen Arhats' signature moves!
"Stop, stop now, what are you doing?"
"Don't you know this could be fatal?"
"Eighteen Arhats, have you all gone mad? Isn't it normal to be challenged? Why do you have to go to such extremes? You're disgracing the Shaolin Temple, the abbot will severely punish you!"
Almost all the Shaolin disciples were enraged, shaking their fists and continuously cursing the Eighteen Arhats.
On the other side, Monk Zhi Cheng and Xi Bing's faces also darkened.
They exchanged glances, genuinely puzzled about what was happening.
Indeed, the two of them hated Ye Qiu, but they never intended to kill him in the Shaolin Temple!
If someone died in the Shaolin Temple, that wouldn't be a trivial matter!
At that point, the Great Success Abbot would certainly be furious, and Monk Zhi Cheng and Xi Bing would naturally face the harshest of punishments!
They might even be expelled from the Shaolin Temple and handed over to the police!
This was an outcome neither Zhi Cheng nor Xi Bing could accept.
They never expected things to escalate to this point, with the True Eighteen Arhats driving Ye Qiu to his death!
"What should we do? Maybe we should run!" Xi Bing nervously looked at Zhi Cheng.
Zhi Cheng frowned, thought for a moment, and said, "Why run? Once Ye Qiu is dead, what does it have to do with us? At most, we're guilty of fanning the flames; the ones who actually killed him are the Eighteen Arhats.
By then, even if the abbot wants to punish someone, he'll primarily deal with the Eighteen Arhats. We'd at most be confined."
"You're right. If that's the case, then it really feels fantastic!"
Xi Bing nodded slightly, agreeing with Zhi Cheng's reasoning, feeling a surge of delight!
That damn Ye Qiu!
Earlier, he beat me in front of so many people in the Great Hall, causing me to lose all my face. It's best if he's dead!
He deserves to die!
The more miserably he dies, the better!
They had no idea that at this moment, listening to the angry curses of the Shaolin disciples, the Eighteen Arhats felt so aggrieved they were almost in tears.
Please, look at the situation around you!
It's clearly us at a disadvantage!
We're about to lose, isn't it normal to use some stronger moves? And yet, you're scolding us?
"Listen to me, everyone, don't let them disturb you!" The leading Arhat spoke, his face dark, "We can't easily admit defeat, or it would be too tragic. We must preserve the Shaolin Temple's face and maintain the dignity of the Eighteen Arhats."
The remaining seventeen Arhats nodded slightly, saying nothing more.
They really didn't know what to say anymore.
Preserve the dignity of the Eighteen Arhats?
Looking at the current situation, what dignity do the Eighteen Arhats have left?
Clearly at a disadvantage, yet believed to be bullying the weak and few.
Ridiculed by the Shaolin disciples as if they were utterly worthless.
What dignity is there to speak of?
Nevertheless, despite this, the Eighteen Arhats didn't want to lose so pitifully!
Because they had never lost so miserably.
Never lost so disgracefully.
Even after using their strongest techniques, they were still treated like grindstones by someone...
It's just too much!
At this moment, the Eighteen Arhats completed their array!
The Eighteen Arhats Array!
One of their signature techniques!
The Eighteen Arhats surrounded Ye Qiu from all sides, and then, without the slightest hesitation, launched their attacks simultaneously on Ye Qiu!
Either with fists, palms, or legs!
Or two cooperating together!
Coupled with the fist winds formed by the Heaven and Earth Net, the assault, was unimaginably fierce!
If that old guy from the Ouyang Family were here back in the day, he'd definitely be trembling with fear!
"It seems you really do have some skills!"
Facing the Eighteen Arhats Array, Ye Qiu finally gave a slight nod of approval to the Eighteen Arhats.
At this moment, the pressure on him increased.
However, he didn't mind.
Or rather, at this moment, Ye Qiu wished the Eighteen Arhats would use all their lifetime skills!
Having such a powerful sparring partner was a rare opportunity; how could he not make the most of it?
"Steady!"
Ye Qiu shouted in a low voice, his spiritual power hyper-concentrated. The difficulty of this battle was truly high. Not only did he have to deal with the fist winds of the Heaven and Earth Net, but he also had to handle the impenetrable Eighteen Arhats Array!
When dealing with the fist winds, he also had to face the punches, palms, and kicks of the Eighteen Arhats, countering a variety of ever-changing techniques!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The battle grew increasingly fierce, reaching a fever pitch. The marble floor finally gave way under the pressure, beginning to crack, with fragments flying everywhere.
In just the blink of an eye, over a dozen obvious pits appeared in the combat area!
Bang!
Suddenly, one of the Arhats' fists landed hard on Ye Qiu's chest, causing him to stagger back two steps, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
"To make such a low-level mistake, how embarrassing... I wonder if Brother Du Ren will laugh at me."
Ye Qiu muttered to himself, adjusting his state before effortlessly pushing away another Arhat's palm strike, defusing the opponent's attack with ease.
"Eighteen Arhats, have you gone mad!"
"The Buddha will not forgive you!"
"I can't take this anymore, I have to find the abbot to stop you!"
The surrounding Shaolin disciples were burning with rage, unable to endure any longer.
Ye Qiu was already spitting blood, and yet the Eighteen Arhats seemed unaware to stop.
"I'm, I'm wronged, so wronged!!!"
The leading Arhat's heart roared continuously, wishing he could swallow Ye Qiu whole. In the midst of countless Shaolin disciples' constant cursing, within such a brief time, Ye Qiu dispelled dozens of fist winds, repelling six or seven Arhats!
However, all this happened so quickly that no one noticed; everyone only saw Ye Qiu at a disadvantage!
What the Eighteen Arhats couldn't stand was that when Ye Qiu pushed away those six or seven Arhats, his control over power was too perfect, or rather, too stifling, so much so that the ordinary Shaolin disciples around couldn't tell that the Eighteen Arhats had already been pushed back...
Poof!
On the other side, Zhao Chunxue couldn't hold back and burst into laughter, patting Monk Du Ren's shoulder, holding her stomach as she laughed, "This Ye Qiu, really has pus on his head and water flowing beneath his feet."
"What do you mean?" Du Ren frowned and asked.
"This guy is unbelievably wicked!" Zhao Chunxue laughed so hard she was nearly rolling on the floor.
Even if using someone as a sparring partner, you wouldn't do it like this, right?
Clearly capable of certain victory, yet letting those around think it was a matter of life and death...
Just as Zhao Chunxue laughed to the point of tears, the leading Arhat finally couldn't hold back, completely exploding, and let out a frantic roar, "All Arhats listen to my command, recite the Daluo Heart Scripture!!!"