444: Chapter 444 Physical Salvation! The Master is so stubborn!

Watching that proboscis, no different from a siege crossbow bolt, plunging toward Monk Jiese's forehead, everyone's hearts skipped a beat!

"Monk Jiese, be careful!" Yue Qinghan's voice cracked with the shout.

"Bald donkey! Get the hell out of the way!" Jian Buping was so frantic he cursed outright, wishing he could jump in and take the blow for him.

Yet the person in question, Monk Jiese, remained utterly unshaken, not even bothering to lift an eyelid.

He stood there, palms pressed together, a pitying smile—the kind that could infuriate any villain—playing on his lips.

As if the lethal strike before him, capable of piercing a small hill, was nothing more than a gentle breeze ruffling his fake eyebrows.

"amitabha."

Monk Jiese spoke softly, shaking his head with regret as he looked at the Five-Colored Demon Mosquito that resembled a horror movie antagonist.

"Patron, you are not only unsightly in appearance but also so quick to anger. Your resentment runs rather deep."

"Since that is the case, this humble monk shall reluctantly..."

Before he could finish his sentence.

That proboscis, gleaming with a poisonous blue light, accompanied by a shriek that tore through the air, solidly 'welded' itself onto his shiny bald head!

*CLANG——!!!*

The sound was so sharp it set teeth on edge, like two heavy alloys colliding in the atmosphere, the echo shaking leaves off the ancient trees in a rustling shower!

Sparks flew sky-high; from a distance, it looked like someone was doing on-site welding.

Time seemed to freeze for a second.

There was no spray of blood and flesh, no splattering of brains.

From Monk Jiese's utterly ordinary bald head, a ring of golden Buddha light suddenly erupted, thick as the armor plating of a Galaju!

This layer of light stubbornly held against the demon mosquito's supposedly unstoppable proboscis.

Forget piercing through—it didn't even harm a single hair!

"OW!!!"

Yet the very next moment, Monk Jiese was the first to break character, letting out a cry so pitiful and aggrieved.

Although he had blocked the assassination attempt, the full force of the impact—like being struck by a primordial meteorite—was completely transferred to him.

Monk Jiese felt his head buzz, and instantly, countless golden stars danced a square dance before his eyes.

His slender frame, like a ball struck by a heavy truck, traced a flamboyant arc through the air with a *whoosh*.

*BOOM——!*

With a dull thud, this Buddhist prodigy was embedded backward into the ancient tree behind him, a tree so large it would take a hundred people to encircle it.

His entire body vanished into the trunk, leaving only a bald head, still smoking faintly, protruding outside—like a 'human-head fruit' growing on the great tree.

A deathly silence fell over the surroundings.

Everyone turned into statues, their expressions perfectly synchronized: pupils trembling with shock.

What the hell kind of hardcore move was that?

Is this monk's head made of titanium alloy plated with gold? Taking a life-or-death strike from a Quasi-Emperor-level demon mosquito head-on, and he only gets slapped into a tree?

Even though he looks utterly pathetic, that defensive power is just downright outrageous!

The Five-Colored Demon Mosquito was also stunned, its wings fluttering unsteadily mid-air as if it had drunk counterfeit liquor.

It looked down at its slightly bent proboscis, then at the 'iron-headed brat' in the tree hole.

Its walnut-sized brain was filled with question marks.

This defied science, it defied cultivation. On what basis was this bald guy harder than Divine Gold?

Just as everyone was questioning their life choices.

Su Chen, who had been lying on the rocking chair all along, covered with a silk quilt playing the salted fish, finally lifted his eyelids impatiently.

He looked at the chaotic jungle scene, listened to the demon mosquito's buzzing 'surround-sound noise,' and a vein throbbed twice on his forehead.

"So damn noisy."

When Su Chen spat out these three words, the sheer disdain in his tone was enough to drown the demon mosquito.

In his eyes, this monster that gave even Quasi-Emperiors headaches was just a slightly oversized green-headed fly, severely affecting his mood.

He sat up slowly, under the tense and expectant gazes of the crowd.

Unhurriedly, he fished something out from his Storage Ring...