925 Victory Comes Without The Need To Compete

Dozens of green lotuses blossomed and withered around the Golden Cudgel. Flashes of lightning appeared and vanished, leaving a constantly changing overcast shadow on the Devil Buddha's face.

His right palm stopped between Meng Qi's brows, his deep evil eyes showed a trace of ripple. Wearing a dark golden robe, his body that was breathing normally seemed to be revealing something inside, making one feel a sense of violence that was no less than the nearby Golden Cudgel.

"How did you guess it?" the Devil Buddha paused, his voice still indifferent.

Meng Qi looked at the Devil Buddha with weary eyes and sighed, "At the Ananda Pure Land, I barely guessed it when I got to know the truth about Wang from Jiangdong tiding over the Great Trial of the Devil Buddha."