Upon the Lotus Platform, Zhihai's expression changed drastically.
As Xuan Yuan Temple's strongest mage-rank martial monk, Zhihai's combat prowess towered over his peers. Throughout the entire Western Regions Buddhist Sect, it was difficult to find an opponent of the same realm who could match him. The Golden Light Crescent Shovel in his hand had slain who knew how many demons, monsters, and fiends.
The Purple Mansion cultivators who had died at his hands were not merely one or two!
It was precisely because of his immense confidence in his own strength that Zhihai had dared to step forward at the Spirit Mountain Dharma Assembly to challenge Wang Chen and avenge his master Xuwén.
If he missed today, he would have no further chance!
The Daoist Sect's representatives had only come to observe for one day. Tomorrow, they would all return home.
Unless Zhihai could persuade the entire Western Regions Buddhist Sect to support him, there was absolutely no possibility of killing Wang Chen!
What right or ability did a mere mage-rank martial monk have to accomplish such a thing?
But on the Lotus Platform, it was different. So long as Wang Chen accepted the challenge and stepped onto it, Zhihai could kill him beneath his shovel. The West Sea Sect would have nothing to say, and could only blame Wang Chen for his own incompetence.
It could be said that Zhihai had calculated everything from the very beginning.
Most importantly, Spirit Mountain Temple's unique environment, coupled with Close Combat atop the Lotus Platform, meant that heaven's timing, earthly advantage, and human harmony all stood on his side. Unless Wang Chen's cultivation had reached the Golden Core level, he was destined to perish in both body and soul!
Yet Zhihai had calculated a thousand things, ten thousand things, but never accounted