The moment the Azure Dragon Battle Armor appeared, half the boundless pressure brought by the Demonic buddha Dharma Body immediately drained away. Yuan Bin, Niu Dali, and the others found their circumstances easing considerably as well.
However, they had no time to care about that now. They merely stared wide-eyed, biting their lips so hard that the sweet tang of blood flowed into their mouths without them noticing. The shock and excitement in their hearts refused to settle for a long while.
To Niu Dali, Yuan Bin, Fierce Monk, and the plump, smiling young man who resembled Maitreya, that Demonic buddha Dharma Body was already an invincible force. It could absolutely sweep aside all Innates without opposition. Even Grandmasters would likely have to retreat three paces before the power of such a peak Great Grandmaster and avoid its edge.
Yet what did they see now?
In terms of sheer presence alone, Meng Zhao had actually torn open a gap in the domain-like aura of the Demonic buddha Dharma Body. With a single dragon roar, he dispersed the changes in the heavens, bolstered the fear and cowardice in everyone's hearts, and swept away the dreadful shadow cast by the Demonic buddha Dharma Body. This was simply something that should have been impossible.
Yet it had happened. Everyone knew that Meng Zhao's strength could not possibly have undergone such an earth-shaking leap. The only explanation was the transformation brought by that battle armor of unknown origin.
"What treasure is this? It is so tyrannical that it can contend with our sect's Demonic Buddha Sarira?"
The one who spoke in a daze was the plump, smiling young man who resembled Maitreya. His state of mind was exceptionally profound, undisturbed by waves, his Zen heart like a mirror. Even when Lin You had been