Ling Tian said he was going to use a secret technique, one even Poxiong didn't know about. This left Poxiong astonished and doubtful. Wen Jian, meanwhile, watched Ling Tian with keen interest. He didn't attack right away, and his meaning was clear.
Ling Tian smiled faintly and shifted his thoughts. The phantom of the Buddha Image behind him gradually faded. Just as the spectators thought he was about to give up, they suddenly sensed his aura had grown stronger.
The crowd was startled and looked closely. Golden light now shone more intensely from Ling Tian, and a solemn, majestic aura spread around him, making him seem like a divine Buddha.
"Eh, Ling Tian isn't admitting defeat. He's compressing the Buddhist Attribute Domain Power to its limit. Even the Buddha Image Phantom has been compressed." A group of spectators quickly realized what Ling Tian was doing, and they were astonished. "His aura has grown considerably stronger, but thinking that this alone will let him handle Wen Jian is pure wishful thinking. The gap between their strength is still enormous."
"That's right. Wen Jian now has strength close to the Tribulation Crossing Stage. There's probably no one among the younger generation who can match him." Some cultivators agreed.
At these words, the younger generation couldn't help sighing.
People had always said that Wen Jian was powerful, but no one had ever seen him fight. Some of the younger generation had secretly resented those claims. Outstanding youths like Long Xing and Xing Zhan had even believed their strength had caught up to, or surpassed, Wen Jian's. But after seeing him today, they realized the gulf between themselves and Wen Jian was immense. They were thoroughly convinced.
"Ling Tian is strong too, but he's only a little stronger than Long Xing and the others.