Yao Ji looked at Dongfang Buliang with a half-smile. "The universe shall not perish, and the Nine-Five shall not die—aren't those words a little too big? How do you know so much about it?"
"Hehe, I actually fought him in private once. I used every trick I had, yet still couldn't break his Nine-Five Body. How could I not know?" Dongfang Buliang said with a grin.
It was clearly something humiliating, yet when he spoke of it, it sounded as though he were telling someone else's embarrassing story, as if it had nothing to do with him.
When the two heard that Dongfang Buliang had actually fought Ji Shisan, and that even he had failed to break Ji Shisan's Nine-Five Body, they could not help but feel surprised.
Dongfang Buliang's name sounded like that of a very casual man, and he seemed equally casual in the way he did things. He always spoke to everyone with a grin, and others spoke to him without any restraint. He did not mind in the least.
Yet Yao Ji and Pan Zhenqing knew very well that there was nothing casual about Dongfang Buliang's strength. Both of them had attended his inauguration ceremony and fought him before. They knew exactly how formidable he was.
In terms of raw power and destructive force, Dongfang Buliang could not compare to Pan Zhenqing. In terms of technique, he could not compare to Yao Ji either.
However, Dongfang Buliang possessed a terrifying strength that both Pan Zhenqing and Yao Ji feared—he was a master of weapons.
Any weapon, even a sheet of paper or a stalk of scallion, could unleash unimaginable power in Dongfang Buliang's hands.
Moreover, Dongfang Buliang loved collecting all kinds of divine artifacts. Calling him an armory would not have been an exaggeration.
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