Rightfully Confident, Let Me See That Book

Wang Baiqiang was stunned. He had never expected Qin Yang to go straight for the kill the moment he moved, without the slightest hesitation. Worse still, he had not detected it beforehand; only after his head had been twisted around backward did he belatedly realize what had happened.

He was shocked that Qin Yang still wanted to kill him even after seeing him like this. Even more shocking was that Qin Yang had killed without any killing intent at all—only after the man had died did the faintest trace of killing intent emerge.

If he had not prepared in advance for unforeseen circumstances, using his Dharma Idol to take human form and masquerade as himself while his true body never showed its face, he might truly have fallen this time.

Qin Yang hovered in the air, his brows slightly furrowed. A Dharma Idol...

To be honest, he really had not seen through it. The Wang Baiqiang from before had actually been nothing more than a Dharma Idol. And for a Dharma Idol to transform into something akin to a magical artifact, it was definitely among the upper-middle ranks even among Dharma Idol cultivators.

Under normal circumstances, Dharma Idols that evolved into incarnations were the lowest-grade Dharma Idols. Such Dharma Idols could only serve as incarnations. Regardless of their combat power, they did not greatly affect the true body's strength. In fact, if the Dharma Idol incarnation died, it would severely affect the true body instead.

Those who pursued an incarnation's combat strength had the lowest-quality Dharma Idols. Slightly better ones could still match their owners; when the Dharma Idol became an incarnation, it served as support, making up for its owner's shortcomings.

Even Dharma Idols transforming into incarnations alone could be divided into many categories.

Such Dharma Idols were generally