Surrender?!
The many Yuanming Sect disciples nearby gaped in disbelief. Ma Gubo had clearly looked so unyielding before, like a man of iron bones who would never surrender. How had he surrendered in the blink of an eye? That change in attitude was far too fast. Didn't he need at least some buildup?
Damn it, this bargain-bin Elder Ma really was unreliable. They had even admired him a little earlier, thinking Ma Gubo might be a righteous, iron-boned man. Who would have thought he was this sort of person? He surrendered faster than anyone else—a born traitor through and through.
The Yuanming Sect disciples looked at Ma Gubo with ever-deepening contempt.
Naturally, they did not know the power of the Conversion Scripture. It was, after all, a closely guarded secret of the Buddhist sects, and it had not appeared in the world for a very long time. Ordinary people had never witnessed its power.
At the same time, the Conversion Scripture was extraordinarily difficult to cultivate successfully. Even among eminent Buddhist monks, few had mastered it, and even those who had possessed only mediocre power—not enough to inspire fear.
Over time, fewer and fewer people knew of it.
Only a Dharma Image Realm powerhouse like Ma Gubo had the time to investigate secrets from across the universe and scour everywhere for hidden lore, which was why he knew how terrifying the Conversion Scripture was.
Xia Ping frightened him senseless at once, leaving him utterly at a loss.
"Surrender? It's already too late."
How could Xia Ping possibly let go at a time like this? He was no fool. How could a surrendering Ma Gubo compare to a converted Ma Gubo who was utterly loyal?
Once Ma Gubo was converted, he would be one of his own. Xia Ping could make