Purely in terms of martial strength, Fanputi could beat Buddhist Son Yuanbao senseless. He was unquestionably a tough bone, and anyone who set their sights on him had to have a hole in their head.
Yet Yuanbao was different. He had inherited the Pure World Buddha Tablet, passed down through generations at Kasyapa Temple in Kanzhou, and was watched closely by the entire Kanzhou Martial World. Touch one hair, and the whole body moved.
Fanputi was different. Elsewhere, his strength lay in his own power and the Myriad Buddha Cave behind him, but in Kanzhou, the consequences and threat brought by dealing with him were far less than those of dealing with Yuanbao.
At the very least, if the demonic sect secretly moved against him, there would not be several Heavenly Being experts anxiously circling around to protect him, leaving them afraid to strike for fear of breaking the vase.
Even better, he was heading deep into Mo Mountain to join forces with Ziyuan, the saintess of the Earth Demon lineage. That was no different from a sheep walking into a tiger's jaws. If the demonic sect still made no move, they might as well stop lurking in the shadows and stirring up trouble, then collectively kill themselves.
As for the Candle Dragon Armor Ju Ling had mentioned, it was a divine armor of the Sacred Body lineage. Once worn, every movement was bolstered by vast and mighty power, and it could ward off all evils. It was precisely a sharp weapon for countering the Karma Severing Buddha Sword in Fanputi's hands.
"Ju Ling, are you afraid I cannot handle a mere Fanputi? The Magic Emperor values him, but that only speaks of his potential, not his current martial arts.
"What concerns me is the relationship between Ziyuan and him.