Buzz!
Faced with Yuan Wu's transformation, Fang Cunshan refused to be outdone. His body shuddered, and a golden point appeared between his brows, rapidly spreading outward.
In the blink of an eye, Fang Cunshan's skin had turned a gleaming gold.
Though his golden skin bore no patterns, Fang Cunshan now looked as if he had been cast from solid gold, radiating an imposing presence.
"Good!"
The Vajra Sect disciples all around cheered loudly.
Chen Changming watched the two with great interest, finding the whole thing rather fascinating.
He was a Body Cultivator too.
In his life, he had fought Body Cultivators very few times.
If he weren't unskilled in the Vajra Indestructible Art, he really would have liked to charge in and test himself against the Nether Buddha Sect disciples.
Of course, that was only a passing thought.
Chen Changming was a Nascent Soul Realm Body Cultivator. How could he possibly fight a Golden Core Realm Body Cultivator?
They weren't even in the same league.
If he really wanted a sparring match, his opponent should be Master Zizhu of the Nether Buddha Sect.
Fang Cunshan cupped his fists and grinned. "Senior Brother Yuan Wu, you've come from afar as our guest, so you should make the first move."
"Amitabha."
Yuan Wu pressed his palms together and recited a Buddhist invocation. Then he took a single step forward, shooting toward Fang Cunshan like a streak of black lightning.
His palms remained pressed together.
It seemed he intended to knock Fang Cunshan flying with nothing but his body.
"Arrogant!"
Fang Cunshan sneered inwardly. His knees bent slightly, and he rooted himself to the ground. Then he thrust both palms forward, aiming straight for Yuan Wu's chest.
Yuan Wu made no move, his gaze deep and inscrutable.
Thump!
Fang Cunshan's palms struck Yuan