"What ... What are you?"
As the Buddha in front of him grew bigger and bigger, his aura became more and more terrifying, and the demonic soul became more and more incredulous.
Tang Hao did not say anything. He only slapped his palm down.
His divine soul had always been very strong, especially now that he had transformed into a Buddha. It was perfect to restrain this demonic soul. With this palm, the demonic soul almost collapsed.
"How did you manage to cultivate Buddhism to this level? You're not one of those bald donkeys!"
The demonic soul shrieked again, more and more terrified.
Not only did this fellow know Buddhist Dharma, but his level of skill was also very high, comparable to that group of bald donkeys from ancient times.
Tang Hao kept slapping him with his palm.
When the demonic soul's aura weakened, he reached out with his palm and pinched it, then searched its soul.
"I see!"
He mumbled after a while.
