Daoist Bi Ming felt beams of light settling upon him and noticed the anomaly. Most of them were support from magical artifacts and divine abilities. He could not help but feel mildly surprised, but immediately guessed what was happening.
No one wanted Daoist Shen to win, so they were all lending him aid. Besides what he had received now, the help Zhang Yu, Zhong, and Chong, the two Court Executors, had given him earlier was for the same reason.
But he was no rigid stickler. He would accept what should be accepted and would not fuss excessively over such things.
No matter what, a contest of Dao techniques was never absolutely fair. If one side had more magical artifacts and methods to assist them, that was their own ability.
He also firmly believed that Daoist Shen would never sit idle. He would surely find every possible way to improve his chances of victory.
After Daoist Shen received word that Daoist Bi Ming was coming to debate the Dao with him, he recalled what Zhu Tingzhi had said and immediately understood what was going on. This was the Profound Court's indirect way of putting him to the test.
He did not refuse the debate, nor was it proper for him to do so. Many people would certainly be watching this battle. If he did not even dare respond to someone like Bi Ming, whose cultivation had incorporated the bloodline of other beings, the reputation he had worked so hard to build would inevitably suffer. Those fellow cultivators would also question his abilities.
If you could not even surpass others in Dao techniques, that meant you had not grasped much of the Dao. Why should we believe what you said?
On the other hand, if he did not refuse, he still had