"Oh, I get it!"
Ao Yulie slapped his hand abruptly, suddenly understanding why he had felt a faint sense of familiarity when he saw the "god and Buddha" appear that day.
It was not just him—Zhao Hongmiao and Kongming had also felt a vague sense of familiarity when they saw it.
That blurry phantom with indistinct features had been Tang Luo all along. This guy had been imitating Tang Luo—no wonder!
What a clever move.
That was right. Only Tang Xuanzang could defeat Tang Xuanzang.
In Ao Yulie's eyes, his master was growing stronger and stronger. Even if Tathagata himself came, they would at least be evenly matched. Only Tang Xuanzang stood a chance of defeating Tang Xuanzang.
Tang Luo looked at the "himself" before him and nearly laughed when he heard those words. "Are you Batman?"
The line came from Batman, a character in Our Mothers Are Both Named Martha.
The Phantom God, wearing Tang Luo's face, did not smile. He pressed his palms together before his chest. "Amitabha. Benefactor, your sins are boundless. You ought to be delivered."
"Heh, interesting." Tang Luo smiled. "Let's see whether your imitation is convincing!"
As he spoke, he took a step forward and appeared before the Phantom God, raising his hand and striking with a palm.
The Phantom God likewise raised a palm and met Tang Luo's attack head-on.
Their palms collided, and the Phantom God instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist.
Tang Luo frowned. Wasn't that a little too weak?
If you were this weak, then do not take on this appearance. It felt strangely embarrassing.
"...That's it?" Ao Yulie, standing on the rooftop, was also deeply disappointed. He had made such a grand spectacle and such a flashy entrance. Ao Yulie had thought there would be something special