"Huh?" Zhao Changsheng narrowed his eyes.
"So it's just a bluff…" The Perfected Lord heaved a sigh of relief. However, the next moment, his expression changed drastically. His vertical pupils constricted to the size of a pinhole and his voice stopped abruptly like a duck whose neck was suddenly squeezed.
That was because the arm of the Great Light Buddha Dharma Body that had been split open by Zhao Changsheng did not dissipate or fall. It only flashed with white light and returned to normal.
As for their attacks, they recovered in the next moment when they caused damage to the Great Light Buddha Dharma Body.
