"Ch-chanting scriptures?!"
As they listened to the chanting from the arena, another wave of astonished cries rose from below. Confusion covered everyone's faces, including Jun Shuyan's.
"Brother Du, could Brother Song actually be a Buddhist disciple?"
Jun Shuyan tentatively asked Gongshu Nanxing beside him.
"Well... I really have never heard him mention it."
Gongshu Nanxing smiled wryly.
Even though she had spent a long time with Xu Taiping inside the Mysterious Wasteland Tower, she was just as astonished by his chanting scriptures in the arena.
Unlike Jun Shuyan and the others, however, Gongshu Nanxing firmly believed there was a deeper meaning to Xu Taiping's actions.
In fact, even if Xu Taiping truly had cultivated a Buddhist divine ability, she would not have been surprised in the slightest.
"Dong!..."
Just as she was thinking this, a loud, resonant toll suddenly spread from the clouds above the arena.
Immediately afterward, Gongshu Nanxing and Jun Shuyan beside her watched in astonishment as a golden pillar of light descended through a gap in the clouds, landing squarely on Xu Taiping, who was chanting scriptures with his palms pressed together.
"Drawing Buddhism power from scriptures... isn't... isn't that something only eminent monks who have contemplated Buddhist teachings for centuries can do?"
Jun Shuyan, who had merely suspected Xu Taiping of being a Buddhist disciple, was struck speechless when he saw him employ a method possessed only by eminent Buddhist monks.
"As expected, the young master still has many secrets we know nothing about."
Beside him, Nanxing was surprised, but also breathed a great sigh of relief.
Yet, in contrast to the astonished faces below the arena, Hall Master Wuhuan stood in the arena with an ashen face.
He had never imagined that Xu Taiping would use the opening move he had yielded to him to