The fact that Lu Zheng and the others still had the mind to comment and joke showed that Zen Master Hui Jue's condition was fairly good at the moment.
Zen Master Hui Jue had not been boasting. After ten full years of torment, his understanding of Tianzhu Buddhist Power was indeed extraordinary, while Dharma Master Dahuo's improvement was not as great as imagined.
When the gap between two sides was not large, if one side's resistance to the other's attacks suddenly increased beyond the other's increase in offensive power, the other side would have a very unpleasant time.
That was precisely how Dharma Master Dahuo felt now. He suddenly sensed that his attacks against Zen Master Hui Jue had become less effective.
Whether it was the Five-Colored Tianzhu Drawing Thought Buddhist Power or the Great Light Descending into the World's Endless Buddhist Radiance, neither visibly shook Zen Master Hui Jue.
This left Dharma Master Dahuo both puzzled and shocked.
Compared to ten years ago, Zen Master Hui Jue had not made any obvious progress. His cultivation had even remained at a standstill, so how had he suddenly become immune to Tianzhu Buddhist Power?
Dharma Master Dahuo was not the only one astonished. Dharma Master Daqi of Tianzhu Temple, who had come with him, along with the other monks of the Western Buddhist Sect, were all equally surprised.
Their cultivation and Dao comprehension were roughly on par with Dharma Master Dahuo's. They were all experts of the same level, so they could clearly see that the strength Dharma Master Dahuo displayed was already formidable.
Logically, they should have understood Tianzhu Temple's techniques better, yet they knew perfectly well that even if they took the field themselves, they would not perform better than Zen Master Hui Jue.
Dharma Master Daqi's gaze sharpened,