Red Lotus Monk had yet to respond when he heard Meng Zhao roar like a tiger, his voice swallowing mountains and rivers as he shouted,
"Good, good! I was just hoping to witness the brilliant moves of you two Dharma Kings. Do not disappoint Meng!"
Black Robe Dharma King snorted furiously. The Killing Aura and Killing Intent amassed within his chest, like bolts of silk, condensed into streams of black-red light that wrapped around his body. He spread his arms, his kasaya flapping loudly. With a twist and stomp of his feet, his spine became like a crescent-shaped greatsword, bursting with fierce, baleful energy that enhanced his movement technique. In an instant, he pounced before Meng Zhao.
His right hand thrust out with two slightly hooked fingers, executing Two Dragons Playing with Pearls. Layer upon layer of afterimages trailed from his fingers, their arcs bizarre and filled with black-red streams of light. Like two short daggers, they stabbed straight at Meng Zhao's eyes without the slightest concealment, intending to ruin both his eyes in a single move.
Clearly, Black Robe Dharma King understood just how formidable Meng Zhao's body was. He was on par with Gebhu Dharma King, perhaps even superior, since Meng Zhao had ultimately emerged victorious in their battle that day.
He also had considerable experience in dealing with people whose bodies were as hard as diamonds. Unless one attacked with power far beyond the limits their flesh could endure, the only options were to strike their weak points or use unpredictable Mental Martial Arts assaults. Only then was it possible to defeat such formidable foes.
Generally speaking, the eyes were among the frailest vital organs of the human body. Even those who had perfected a golden body found it difficult to temper their eyes until they were