"Or would you rather debate the Brahma Dharma with me?"
Seeing that he had cowed Tashi, Sangji pressed his advantage.
Tashi's face flushed, and even his body turned red, but he dared not accept.
Who did not know that Sangji could make lotus flowers bloom with his words? Debate was his greatest strength. In his youth, he had roamed the Secret Treasury Domain and talked countless eminent monks into cutting off their own heads and handing over their cultivation, flesh, bones, and ritual implements!
"Hmph... I won't debate you."
Tashi turned and left, helplessness filling his heart. I've cultivated Wrathful Heart. I meant to provoke him into rushing to the Dharma King Non-Retreat Stage, so the impact of attaining the Golden Seat through Net Moon would kill him... Who would have thought he could endure so much? That White Bone Heart of his sees through...
While the two masters faced off, Senchen sat cross-legged in the void, a ring of colored light shining behind his head. He smiled at the Dharma Kings before him. Each revealed a golden body: some had three heads and six arms, others combined male and female in one form. They displayed peaceful forms and wrathful aspects... Celestial flowers rained down, and golden lotuses sprang from the earth.
The air was filled with Divine Abilities. They joined into one vast display, their colored lights converging and throwing the Heavenly Secrets into chaos.
"Haha... Moluoshi, those juniors of yours are rather amusing."
Sichen looked down and laughed. "I've long heard that you monks of the Esoteric Sect are gifted debaters. Why don't you hold a Dharma assembly and let us see for ourselves?" "You jest, fellow Daoist."
Gaunt as a skeleton, Moluoshi stood atop a fierce golden body with a blue face and jutting fangs. He looked