Despite winning, despite prevailing, it had all happened too suddenly, too bizarrely. Just moments ago, he had only been able to passively endure their blows—how had he suddenly turned defeat into victory?
This was the question that had baffled Niu Dali and Yuan Bin for more than a day. They could neither sleep soundly nor eat with any appetite, constantly mulling over the secret behind it.
Could Meng Zhao have used some strange method? That was the most likely possibility. Of course, they had also considered that the collapse of the Demonic Buddha Dharma Body might have had nothing to do with Meng Zhao, and that it had simply gone wrong on its own.
The more they thought, the deeper they burrowed into a blind alley. Yet they desperately wanted the truth, so they would rather risk being scolded than ask for an answer.
Meng Zhao had been lost in thought, his gaze distant and tinged with fascination. At their words, he roused himself, drew back the hands he had been warming over the fire, and smiled.
"With the eyesight the two of you possess, it should have been impossible for you not to see it, right?"
Seeing that Meng Zhao was neither angry nor uneasy, and had no intention of avoiding the subject, Yuan Bin inwardly breathed a sigh of relief and said,
"I had some guesses. I thought Young Master had used some colorless, odorless poison to trick those two, which was why the Demonic Buddha Dharma Body suddenly collapsed."
"I thought those two were shattered by the rebounding divine power of Young Master's battle armor."
Yuan Bin's guess was more in line with his own methods of fighting. He excelled at raising and controlling insects, and was naturally also an expert in poison, since the lethality of