Sweat appeared on Guan Gongxiao's forehead, and he felt somewhat frightened. He hurriedly said, "Daoist Master, we have already exchanged blows. These Master Monks can dissolve my spell arts with Buddhist light and colored radiance. A single illumination is akin to pulling the foundation from beneath a tall building, causing everything to collapse and disperse, forcing one to bow and submit. They are not easy to deal with.0

"However, these fellows cannot withstand dharma artifacts. Though their bodies are sturdy, they carry no weapons at hand. They are not overly troublesome when fighting with spells."0

Guan Gongxiao naturally knew the strengths and weaknesses of his own Dao lineage. He had likely long understood that the Capital Guard Dao had difficulty dealing with Buddhist cultivators. Now that Li Ximing asked, he spoke very plainly.0

"Spell arts are neutralized… I have never heard that Yehui possesses as many spell arts as Changxiao. He merely carries a pair of spirit artifacts that can produce flames and thunder. The Capital Guard Dao… it is commonly said to be a method of ghosts, gods, and mountain spirits. It does not match well against Buddhist methods, so being slightly inferior is normal."1

The cultivators of the Capital Immortal Dao were slowly approaching in fear, led by the saber-wielder Gongsun Baifan. When he reached Li Ximing, he bowed and said respectfully, "Greetings, Daoist...0