Hearing Shentu mutter to himself,
Sage Zhunti felt a surge of pent-up frustration.
His casual strike just now had nearly wiped Shentu out.
Yet he had never expected the fellow to recover almost instantly, returning to his original state.
Most importantly, this fellow's mastery of the power of faith had reached the point of pure perfection.
"How exactly did you do that?"
Sage Zhunti was utterly astonished.
Power gathered around him as he prepared to strike again and eliminate this fellow once and for all.
He had made up his mind. This time, he would leave not even a scrap behind, scattering him completely and returning him to Chaos.
Just as he was about to act, Daoist Jieyin beside him suddenly stopped him.
"Stop attacking. If you strike again, our merit will fall into deficit once more."
Daoist Jieyin sighed.
Sage Zhunti had struck in a fit of anger, so he had paid no attention to the loss of merit.
Daoist Jieyin, however, had been keeping a close eye on their merit all along.
He had never expected that the moment this fellow struck,
a great chunk of the Buddhist Sect's merit would be cut away.
Even he felt a pang at that terrifying amount of merit.
Otherwise, why would he have stopped him?
Sage Zhunti's heart jolted.
He hurriedly checked his own merit.
Sure enough, more than half of his merit power had been consumed, as though some force had canceled out half of it.
His face immediately turned livid with rage.
"What kind of ghost are you? You can actually devour merit power?"
Sage Jieyin held Zhunti back. "You... your cultivation still falls short. Have you not sensed the difference yet?"
"If my guess is correct, this fellow must have rendered great merit to heaven and earth. That