Chapter 993: The Story Of Kongheng (I)
Li Ximing's suspicions didn’t come from nowhere. At first, he hadn’t realized how formidable Fuxia was and had suppressed him using the Radiant Origin Pass. Now that Fuxia had escaped and he’d discovered he possessed the Merciful One’s Dharma Body, the doubts in his heart grew even stronger, My Radiant Origin Pass is powerful for suppression, yes, but it has its weaknesses. If he truly has the Merciful One’s Dharma Body, wouldn’t he have been able to smash my radiant pass with a single fist?
The Merciful One’s Dharma Body was not something a mere Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator could compare to. If that punch landed squarely on his Immortal Foundation, even if Li Ximing didn’t die on the spot, he would at least cough up blood, lose seventy percent of his strength, and be left with no power to fight back.
"He speaks of me with deep hatred, and my ancestor even slew the one he’s been obsessing over, the Wrathful Subduer of the Four Demon Emperors. This is a Dao of fierce demon-subduing; how could he possibly harbor goodwill?
"Even if he refrains from killing due to the deterrence of Jiangnan’s Purple Mansion Realm cultivators, he could still knock me aside with a punch. Wouldn’t that leave him in full control of the situation while I’d be running for my life? That’s not how the Merciful One should act!" transmitted Li Ximing.
The earlier flurry of spell exchanges had happened in a flash. Few were as quick-thinking as Li Xijun, but now that Li Ximing had caught his breath, he had quickly analyzed the situation and his suspicions were almost certain.
After Li Ximing voiced his concerns, Kongheng nodded in agreement and replied, "It’s fine. I’ll test him again."
He pressed his palms together before his chest, chanting without pause. Five-colored radiance surged from his hands, and colorful rain drifted down from the sky once again. Lotus flowers bloomed across the lake, releasing waves of fragrance.
"You’re still resisting?" said Fuxia. He seemed displeased, but secretly he was anything but. He simply turned the tiger back into a garment and draped it over himself, letting the multicolored rain fall upon him, causing waves of five-colored brilliance to ripple across his gold-lacquered skin.
Another orthodox binding spell? This man’s background truly isn’t ordinary! thought Fuxia.
The binding spell was powerful, but Fuxia neither dodged nor avoided it. After all, he too hailed from a prestigious sect. Just as Kongheng’s command voice had little effect on him, Kongheng’s spell arts were similarly limited in their effect.