Chapter 145
“Or perhaps you wish to debate the dharma with me?”
Seeing Zhaxi cowed by his words, Sangji pressed forward relentlessly.
Zhaxi’s face flushed crimson, his entire body turning red with rage, yet he dared not accept the challenge.
Everyone knew Sangji’s tongue could bloom lotuses and that he excelled at dharma debates. In his youth he had wandered the Hidden-Treasury Domain, convincing countless high monks to willingly sever their own heads and offer him their cultivation, flesh, and dharma artifacts.
“Hmph… I will not debate with you.”
Zhaxi turned and left, though inwardly he felt helpless. ‘I have already cultivated the Wrathful Heart. I intended to provoke this man into rushing his attempt at the irreversible Dharma King stage so the shock from the [Bi Moon] Golden attainment would shatter him. Who could have guessed he would be so patient? His White Bone Heart truly sees through everything.’
While the two Gurus confronted each other, high in the void, Sen Chen sat cross-legged behind a halo of colorful light. He gazed with a faint smile at the several Dharma Kings before him. Each of them had manifested their golden bodies: some with three heads and six arms, others appearing as both male and female in one form, displaying serene or wrathful visages. Heavenly flowers scattered and golden lotuses sprang from the earth.
All of it was formed by divine abilities. The countless techniques linked together, their colorful radiance merging until the heavenly secrets became utterly chaotic.
“Haha… Mo Luoshi, those juniors of yours are quite entertaining.”