"Brother Bull, why are they laughing so happily?"
A hundred li away, Ma Fei plugged his ears with two fingers and looked at Lamborghini.
The three Tree Demons' wild laughter was cold and shrill, as though needles were pricking even his soul. It was utterly unbearable.
"Fall into the supernatural, and there will be no rebirth." Lamborghini rarely spoke so profoundly.
Ma Fei blinked, not understanding. "What does that mean?"
"It means they're about to die, so it's not too much to let them have one last laugh," Lamborghini said.
"So that's what it means." Ma Fei suddenly understood, then asked, "When will they die?"
"It won't take long. I'd say half a shichen at most," Lamborghini said.
"So fast? The last battle lasted seven days and seven nights. I fell asleep three times," Ma Fei said in surprise.
Lamborghini grinned. "You don't know yet, do you? My Merit Golden Body has broken through and formed the Merit Saint Body. My physical body has already attained sainthood. The power of merit has turned the intangible into substance, and it specializes in suppressing Demons and Monsters, evil fiends, and supernatural phenomena. Blowing up three pieces of trash who can't even be called Lords of Supernatural Phenomena won't be difficult."
"You... your physical body attained sainthood?" Ma Fei's voice rose several pitches.
What did it mean for a physical body to attain sainthood? It meant a cultivator's flesh had been tempered to an incomparably powerful degree—neither decaying nor perishing, with the passage of time almost unable to leave any marks upon it.
Its defenses had reached the pinnacle. Even without using any Dharma power, one could challenge gods and battle them.
It was also often accompanied by terrifying regenerative abilities. Even if a powerful Saint Body were smashed into pieces, or only