No Place For False Warriors

And as the smoke cleared out, Kong Zhi stood up, looking at his warhammer. Despite using all six of his arms and being in his Vajra Form, he was brought down by a single strike. The shaft of his weapon was not broken but it was bent to the point that it was irreparable. 

He gave it one look before spitting at the ground and tossing it aside. 

"Get me my armor, Shi Hou."

He commanded that of the Roaring King, who brought it before the Vajra Demon. Kong Zhi then began to dress himself, donning each piece of the armor. It was different from anything he'd ever worn. This was because it consists of only six parts, each part for each arm.*

"This is not borrowed power or fake strength. I obtained these in the same way you obtained that weapon of yours, through strength and conviction."