Liang Qu curled his lips, exerted force with the flow, and the surging power like a tide twisted through the spear into the twin blades. Countless fragments of blades exploded fiercely, Dan Zeng Qujie was hurled backward by the force, tearing apart the string of Buddha beads on his chest mid-air, with a hundred and eight skull beads flying out all at once, turning into a gust of black wind to devour everything.
"Is this also your understanding of Buddhism?"
Stepping on water as if ascending the air, flipping a single hand, the long spear danced into a full moon of silvery radiance.
The moment the skull beads touched the spear's glow, they burst into foul-smelling green fire, yet before they could reach the armor, they were repelled by an invisible Gang Qi.
Useless!
All of it, useless!
Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, like an ant shaking a tree!
