The Buddhist light around him bursts forth, and a golden Buddha statue suddenly appears behind him.
Clang—
Wan Jianyi's long sword touches three inches in front of Mingxin's brow, as if hitting an invisible barrier.
He gazes at the golden Buddhist light enveloping Mingxin's body, and his eyes narrow slightly.
"The Immovable Wisdom King Body?" Wan Jianyi asks.
"Indeed, it is this monk's strongest technique!" Mingxin joins his hands, showing no sign of resistance.
Seeing this, Wan Jianyi withdraws his sword and thrusts again.
Whoosh!
The void is split, a streak of black light emerges, aiming straight at Mingxin.
At this moment, Jiang Ning's expression subtly changes.
He can sense that, before Wan Jianyi's sword, the space is pierced and the void is distorted.
In an instant, the sword blade cuts through layers of void, landing on Mingxin's forehead.
Now, Wan Jianyi's expression changes once again.
Because he sees beneath the flesh, the skull is shimmering with golden light.
