Xuan Du had no idea that he had been tailed by two people all along.
Following his usual course of action, once he had confirmed that no one was around, he revealed his true nature and displayed his real strength. He wielded the sect-defending divine art, the Boundless Buddhist Lotus Mantra, with consummate mastery. The bronze statues that lunged at him were practically throwing their lives away.
The gloom vanished from Xuan Du's face, replaced by arrogance and conceit. He strode forward in great strides.
That area lay in an exceptionally remote corner. In truth, the outermost edges of every floor of the Buddhist Tower were nearly deserted, since there were scarcely any bronze statues there. Coming here offered no tempering whatsoever.
Yet the hundredth floor was somewhat different. Mu Qing and Mei Sanniang followed Xuan Du to the very edge of the hundredth floor and discovered countless bronze statues all around them, charging in to kill one after another.
However, Xuan Du slaughtered every one of those bronze statues with effortless ease. The strength he was currently displaying was fully enough to place him among the top ten.
After proceeding deeper for some distance, Xuan Du's gaze changed. An ominous power spread from his body, and he began to grin hideously, his voice shrill and hoarse.
Originally, bathed in Buddhist light, he had produced a golden lotus with every step, like a son of Buddha.
Now, cloaked in black light, every step came with a howl, as though he were a crazed demon.
Mu Qing's pupils contracted. He was utterly shocked, because the power leaking from Xuan Du's body was precisely the power of an inner demon!
The next instant, a black mist burst from Xuan Du's chest. Looking closely, the black mist took human form—and it looked exactly