"Patriarch Bodhidharma's Martial Soul?"
Zhao Yuanren, standing nearby, was suddenly startled when he heard the Shaolin Abbot say this and looked towards the eighteen golden silhouettes that trapped Tang Yi.
"While Martial Souls of Martial Artists may vary in appearance, some being objects and some being figures, the number is always the same, at most only one!"
Zhao Yuanren said with a face full of disbelief, "Although Patriarch Bodhidharma was a pinnacle grandmaster of the Martial Dao, surely he didn't break the norm and have eighteen Martial Souls all at once!"
"Indeed!"
The Shaolin Abbot, with hands clasped together, spoke solemnly, "Even though Patriarch Bodhidharma was exceptionally brilliant, his achievements in the Martial Dao revered by later generations, he did not break the norm."
