The instant the blood sword touched the Red Kasaya, two resplendent yet eerie beams of red and black light suddenly bloomed.
The sword rang sharply, its sword qi as cold and murderous as frost and snow. Yet the kasaya seemed to have transformed into a wall forged of vajra. No matter how the sword qi turned to rain and shot down in a barrage that blanketed the sky, it suffered not the slightest damage. Instead, it absorbed every last strand.
"Hmm? Such superb control over objects, such formidable force-dissipating technique."
Seeing that ninety percent of Lin You's essence blood, combined with his own dragon qi and empowered by his will, had still been stopped by that kasaya, Meng Zhao's heart stirred, and he secretly praised it.
The Black Robe Dharma King was likely using a technique similar to the Buddhist kasaya demon-subduing arts. However, it lacked the true intent of Buddhist demon suppression and instead carried a deep, ominous air. It should have been Kasaya Subduing Buddha.
Moreover, the kasaya was infused with the Black Robe Dharma King's full inner force, thick and compact like blood plasma, containing an Asura true intent to slaughter Heaven, slaughter Earth, and slaughter all living beings. The Sword Intent contained within the blood sword nearly collapsed at the first touch.
Only then did the fierce monk react. His back was drenched, cold sweat breaking out all over him. His heart thudded wildly, and he could scarcely catch his breath. Too close, far too close—just a little more, and he would have followed in Lin You's footsteps.
Yet amid his terror and relief, the fierce monk was filled with bewilderment. With his martial arts, no matter how powerful Meng Zhao was, it should have been impossible for him to fail to receive even one move