Everyone atop the ritual altar was greatly shocked. In truth, Su Hongtu had used this method of pitting Buddhist mysteries against the evil weapon before. However, he himself had not cultivated Buddhist great arts; instead, he had used Sarira and a formation to trigger Buddhist power and suppress evil thoughts.
This did not count as Su Hongtu's own ability, merely the borrowing of external force. Thus, its use was quite limited. It could neither completely erase the evil weapon's will nor protect his own Sea of Consciousness.
Now, however, things were different. Meng Zhao had clearly cultivated Buddhist Martial Arts to an extremely high realm. With Buddhist light protecting his body and the true meaning of Buddhism empowering him, along with the profound and mysterious nature of these Buddhist Martial Arts, he could produce such a world-shaking display.
If those unaware of the truth saw it, they would think some eminent Buddhist monk was taking action to subdue demons.
"I never expected Young Master to possess such a mysterious and terrifying Buddhist Supreme Skill. No wonder you were confident of subduing the evil weapon."
Mo Li spoke, his eyes flickering. Compared to before, the words "Young Master" now carried several more degrees of respect.
Time and again, he had thought Meng Zhao's abilities had reached their limit, only to find that Meng Zhao still possessed Trump Cards beyond all guessing.
It was not only him. Everyone present had heard Meng Zhao's name. They knew he came from the Southern An Meng Family, had risen to fame in a single battle by Mingxiu Lake, and chiefly cultivated dragon-path martial arts, with tyrannically powerful Divine Skills.
His Purple Dragon Dharma Aspect was what people talked about most eagerly. Throughout the Southern An Meng Family's history, there had never been such a Divine