He had dealt with Wuchen on quite a few occasions and knew this man's Buddhist teachings were unfathomably profound.
But only upon seeing it with his own eyes now did he realize that he had still underestimated him before.
Just this ocean of Buddhist light blanketing half the Arena, this degree of command over the Buddhist Dharma, already surpassed countless great Buddhist masters.
"This man's Buddhist Dharma has already reached the realm where there is Buddha in his heart, and all things are Buddha."
Liu Zheng muttered, his voice tinged with wariness.
"Even at my peak, I would not have been certain of victory against such a realm."
He glanced at Nie Zhao in the distance.
Nie Zhao had already stopped tending to his injuries. He stared fixedly at the Arena, his eyes full of concern.
When he had warned Ye Lin that even he, at his peak, would not be confident, it had not been false modesty.
He truly had no confidence.
Wuchen was simply too mysterious.
The Tranquil Heart Imperial Dynasty's ability to stand alongside the Heavenward Imperial Dynasty and the Myriad Demon Imperial Dynasty was by no means a matter of luck.
And at that moment, atop the Arena, Wuchen still stood quietly.
His gaze rested on Ye Lin, carrying a trace of compassion and pity, as though he were looking at a lost lamb.
"Benefactor, are you certain you wish to fight this old monk?"
Wuchen spoke, his voice as gentle as water.
"This old monk sees from Benefactor's features that your aura of slaughter is exceedingly heavy. You must be one long tempered by the battlefield."
"But slaughter is ultimately a deviant path. Only by laying down the butcher's knife can one become a Buddha on the spot."
"If Benefactor does not mind, this old