With a mere thought from him, an even more terrifying roar erupted.
Twelve-Gate Golden Bell Shield—Buddhist Thunder Sound!
Any attack converted into Formless Sound Gang would be returned manifold in the form of the Buddhist Thunder Sound.
This was the most unreasonable aspect of the technique.
'Not only can you not break my defense, I can even reflect it back...'
Zhao Wuji's saber strike had led to this outcome. He was seething with uncontrollable rage, sinking into a deep pit of self-doubt.
But then he saw it—an unstoppable force, far more turbulent and terrifying than his own attack, rushing straight for him.
Fortunately, Zhao Wuji's attack wasn't based on speed. It relied on its overwhelming presence and terrifying saber intent to pin down an opponent.
Thus, even when amplified by the Twelve-Gate Golden Bell Shield, the speed of the Buddhist Thunder Sound didn't completely surpass Zhao Wuji's ability to react.
