One person: After starting with the academic atmosphere, I'll take down Xia He!

Xue Fan often considered himself sixth on the list of young heroes, but how could he forget that Bao Chan was fourth?

But he really forgot about it, perhaps because Bao Chan's presence was too insignificant.

Xue Fan, holding the filial piety banner, jumped off the Xuanwu Platform and faced the Baihu Platform, crying out loudly, "Waaah~"

I want to challenge the tenth place winner—Bao Chan from Shaolin Temple!

Waaah~ Come down quickly, I'm so pitiful!

The heart-wrenching cries were extremely distressing, and Bao Chan, who was next to Ma Long, gradually stood up.

He slowly said, "Amitabha!"

"Young Master Long, I'll be right back!"

Ma Long had nothing to worry about regarding Bao Chan's abilities and nodded.

Bao Chan's expression was calm, and his pale golden skin was dazzling in the sunlight.

A thin layer of golden light appeared on his body, and he leaped off the White Tiger Platform.

"Amitabha!

If you have any grievances, please tell this humble monk.

Maybe that will make you feel better!

Xue Fan continued to cry and shout, waving the filial piety banner in his hand from time to time.

This was his dirty trick; the match had already begun the moment he jumped into the ring.

As Xue Fan cried out, a chilling atmosphere of sorrow filled the arena.

As soon as his opponent enters the arena, he will immediately feel this desolate mood.

He then lost his fighting spirit and was easily defeated by Xue Fan.

Unfortunately, it was Baochan who was eliminated!

Bao Chan stood with his feet planted on the ground, his hands clasped together, his eyes lowered, looking kind and dignified.

Despite Xue Fan's deafening cries, the filial piety banner was waved faster and faster until it began to dance.

A faint Buddhist light emanated from Bao Chan's body, yet he remained completely still.

"Waaaaah~ I'm so pitiful!"

Little master, please save me!

I'm so miserable!

Woohoo~"

Xue Fan cried for a long time, but it had no effect at all. He realized that he might have met someone with a kind heart.

But it didn't matter. Bao Chan didn't make a move, giving himself plenty of time. Xue Fan had already set up the atmosphere in the arena.

"Waaah~ Little Master, can I hit you once?"

My filial piety banner is very light!

Xue Fan kept crying and pleading with Bao Chan. In a blind spot, he suddenly swung the filial piety banner and smashed it heavily against the back of Bao Chan's golden head.

Since crying was useless, Xue Fan decided to engage in close combat.

"Amitabha!

"Esteemed benefactor, since you wish to challenge me, please begin!"

Bao Chan swung his arm, turned around abruptly, and grabbed the pitch-black filial piety banner.

He opened his lowered eyes, his kind expression filled with authority, and looked at Xue Fan.

Xue Fan was so frightened that he felt like he had a thorn in his back, and his heart was filled with fear.

"Holy crap, damn it, we picked the wrong person."

This monk seemed so quiet and unassuming; it turns out he wasn't an easy target after all!

Damn it, why do I think he's easy to bully?

He's also ranked fourth on the youth list.

I should have challenged Lü Gong instead.

Xue Fan was filled with regret, but at this moment, Bao Chan actually dared to grab his filial son banner with his bare hands.

Xue Fan perked up again: "Hahaha, this monk is a fool too!"

Countless souls have perished beneath my filial piety banner; it is extremely poisonous!

You actually dared to catch it with your bare hands! You're courting death!

"Waaaah~ Grandpa!"

Grandma, Third Aunt, Fourth Master!

Come out and help the child!

Woohoo~"

The Qi within Xue Fan's body surged towards the Filial Piety Banner, which was as black as ink and exuded a sinister and terrifying aura. Ghosts even appeared on the Filial Piety Banner.

These souls are different from the dead; they belong exclusively to Xue Fan!

One by one, howling ghosts followed the filial piety banner and attacked Baochan directly.

But even at this point, Baochan still showed no intention of letting go.

Continue to hold the filial piety banner tightly with one hand.

"Amitabha!

Imprisoning so many souls, what heavy karma of killing!

Xue Fan, a villain of Quanxing!

"This humble monk will now perform the rites for the deceased benefactor!"

"Om Mani Padme Hum!"

Bao Chan's eyes widened suddenly, his expression changed abruptly, and the last shred of compassion vanished.

At this moment, Baochan truly resembled a Vajra who subdues demons and an Arhat who vanquishes monsters.

Its entire body shone with a great light, and its majestic appearance inspired awe and reverence.

Ma Long watched intently from the high platform, while Xia He explained, "Is Xue Fan destined for this calamity?"

They're courting death, daring to challenge Bao Chan!

This guy has the most souls in his possession. Although he didn't kill them, he's the only one in the Quanxing sect who has managed to capture souls.

On the battlefield, Bao Chan's imposing presence terrified Xue Fan, who trembled all over and let go of the filial piety banner he was holding tightly.

"Stop! Stop right now!"

Those were my relatives, my second maternal uncle!

You cannot perform a ritual to help them pass on to the afterlife!

Xue Fan stopped crying and stared at Bao Chan in astonishment, even though the Buddha's light made him tremble with fear.

Xue Fan rose up, determined to snatch back the Filial Piety Banner, because he discovered that the souls he had painstakingly cultivated, especially the malevolent souls that served him, were almost completely exterminated by Bao Chan.

You can't do that!

Unexpectedly, as soon as Xue Fan grabbed the filial piety banner, he was stung by a burning sensation and immediately withdrew his hand.

Bao Chan's Buddha light shone brightly, delivering the souls of the dead. He discovered that the Filial Piety Banner was actually a ritual artifact for gathering souls, filled with the souls of the dead collected by Xue Fan.

Of course, only a very small portion of them were related to Xue Fan himself and were at his beck and call.

These were also the spirits of the deceased who rushed out of the filial piety banner to attack Baochan.

But under the light of Buddha, these fierce souls were violently exorcised in the blink of an eye.

Bao Chan noticed that there were still many innocent souls inside the filial piety banner, and it was clear that this crude method of deliverance was not appropriate.

"Amitabha!

Excellent, excellent! Everything is predestined!

Bao Chan's hands shone brightly with Buddhist light. He grabbed the filial piety banner and pulled hard, tearing the banner off.

The filial piety banner was transformed into a filial piety stick.

Bao Chan held the filial piety stick, which was filled with the souls of the dead, and seemed to be deep in thought.

"Amitabha!

I will use peaceful methods to gently guide these displaced souls to a better realm.

I'll keep this stick safe!

What do you think, benefactor?

Bao Chan looked solemn. Although it was a question, his tone did not convey any intention to discuss it.

Xue Fan was terrified. He had thought the little monk was just an unknown person, but he hadn't expected him to be so capable.

"Holy crap, how could I dare refuse?"

Is what you just did considered a salvation ritual? My family members!

Damn it, this time I really messed up!

Xue Fan was trembling with fear. Seeing that Bao Chan had no intention of killing him, he was overjoyed.

Although this filial piety banner was the culmination of his life's work and a place where the souls of his deceased family members could find solace, it was simply lost.

"Uh~ Little Master~ Master!"

I am also a person who gathers good karma, but unfortunately my abilities are limited, and I can only collect these souls of the unjustly killed who have nowhere to go.

But we were unable to help them pass on to the afterlife. Meeting the master today is truly a blessing!

Faced with Xue Fan's sophistry, Bao Chan remained noncommittal.

He put away the filial piety stick and stood it upright at his feet: "Amitabha!"

May the benefactor's heart and words be in accord, and may he do more good deeds in the future.

As the saying goes, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore!

I believe Buddha will give you this chance.

Xue Fan nodded repeatedly, imitating Bao Chan by putting his hands together and saying, "Yes, yes, yes!"

I will definitely repent and do more good deeds.

At the same time, we will continue to use our methods to help the souls of those who cannot find peace in the afterlife!