He Dazhi and the rest of the Big Bamboo Peak disciples stared in disbelief at the Ghost King floating before the formation.
Luo Yunji tilted his head and looked at the Ghost King opposite him, as if he had figured something out. He raised a hand, pointed at him, and shouted, "You have a volume yourself too! So you have two volumes!"
The Ghost King froze for a moment after hearing that, then seemed to think of something. The corners of his mouth lifted high, and he nodded at him. "I have two volumes!"
That definite answer left Luo Yunji rather deflated.
Counting it up, he only had a little more than one volume. The Taiji Mystic Purity Dao and the Great Brahma Prajna could only be counted as fragments among fragments, worth only a little as reference.
He Dazhi and the other senior brothers snapped out of it a split second before their opponents on the battlefield did. Taking the chance to break away from the fight, they flew to Luo Yunji's side and looked toward the Ghost King before the formation.
"How can he block Little Junior Brother's Dragon Slayer Art barehanded?" Sixth Senior Brother said, his face full of disbelief.
"Little Senior Brother! He has two volumes of the Heavenly Book!" Luo Yunji said to Zhang Xiaofan, sounding somewhat inclined to retreat.
After He Dazhi and the others heard that, their faces instantly turned pale.
No matter how good or perfect a scheme was, before absolute power, it was no more than a thicker sheet of paper—torn once, and it fell apart!
"Which volume did you comprehend that move from?" Although the Ghost King had blocked the complete Dragon Slayer Art, he had still suffered no light internal injuries.
"I'm not telling you!" Luo Yunji wrinkled his