Grandmaster Dajue of Nine Dragons Temple was not weak, but if he truly fought Wuxin, he really would not be Wuxin's match. Otherwise, he would not have used the Arhat Formation of True Appearance. When it came to talent, there was simply no denying it.
"Ah!" Grandmaster Dajue, who had been seated, suddenly let out a fierce roar. In the next instant, the phantom image of a wrathful Vajra Buddha appeared around him. With that roar, Wuxin's Heavenly Demon Dance was immediately dispelled.
"Bold fiend!" As soon as the Heavenly Demon Dance was broken, the monks Wuxin had knocked down got back to their feet. One of them pointed at Wuxin and roared furiously.
"It is not this little monk who is a fiend. It is you masters who have lost your Buddha hearts." Wuxin smiled. The six monks immediately looked at one another, unable to find a retort. They could accuse Wuxin of using the Heavenly Demon Dance to disrupt their minds, but Wuxin could likewise accuse them of having unstable Buddha hearts.
"It is said that when the Buddha was about to attain enlightenment, the Heavenly Demon grew fearful and sent all the women beneath him to seduce him with every charm at their disposal. Yet the Buddha regarded them through the contemplation of impurity. Beautiful women were no more than skeletons, pus, and blood, and so he easily broke their spell." Wuxin continued.
"This nephew's demonic nature surpasses this old monk's Buddha heart. If nephew insists on making this old monk fall into demonhood, there is nothing this old monk can do." One of the monks immediately said this.
"That explanation is truly shameless." Wuxin shook his head helplessly. The monk who had spoken immediately stiffened.
"Heh-heh, cough, cough." Shen Fei could not help laughing. Perhaps his