Meng Zhao's formidable strength, adaptability, and extraordinary talent for combat on the spot were fully revealed at this moment.
He did indeed have only two hands, two legs, and one head—one man fewer than Red Lotus Monk and Black Robe Dharma King—but with senses far surpassing those of ordinary people, he repeatedly found chances to catch his breath and counterattack amid their joint siege.
For a time, the three became locked in battle, weaving past one another at close range. Fists and palms thundered, sweeping and howling, stirring fierce gusts that rolled in all directions. Strange moves and marvelous techniques emerged one after another, leaving Yuan Bin and the others utterly entranced.
Among the three, both Red Lotus Monk and Black Robe Dharma King stood at the Innate Limit. Meng Zhao had also broken through to the Qi Condensation into Gang realm, and after undergoing the Eclosion Worm's cocooning and emergence, his cultivation had stabilized, his foundations incomparably deep.
Their battle was practically a duel between the foremost experts of the age. Only Grandmaster-level powerhouses could surpass them.
After some thirty-odd exchanges, the three abandoned their close-quarters techniques and manifested their Martial Dao Dharma Forms.
Red Lotus Monk was now enveloped by an enormous crimson lotus of flame, bearing seventy-two petals. It resembled the supreme Buddhist treasure, gathering the sins of all under heaven while seeking to deliver all under heaven from those sins. Its aura was not particularly wild or domineering, yet it was like a spring breeze and gentle rain, flowing softly and ceaselessly, moistening all things in silence.
Black Robe Dharma King transformed into a four-armed Asura Dharma Form. His entire body was pitch-black, each of his four arms wielding a weapon. Beneath his feet surged a river of blood, faintly paved with countless skeletal remains and