An X-shaped wound appeared on the seemingly solid silhouette of the Bodhisattva Rakshasa.
The wound spread at a speed visible to the naked eye. The immense dual fists infused with immense power remained suspended in mid-air, and then—
Rip!
Amidst the sound of shattering, the phantom is sliced apart.
Neatly split into four pieces.
Like smoke, it dissipated into the air.
Poof!
A mouthful of fresh blood was spat out, staining the moon-white monk robes red.
The young monk staggered back several steps before collapsing to the ground, leaning against the wall with a bitter smile revealing on his face, an X-shaped wound scaled proportionally to his chest stood out prominently.
Flesh turned outward, deep enough to see the bone.
However, the young monk paid no heed to it.
He only looked at the 'Knife Monarch' and 'Sword Immortal' before him.
"So this is the famed 'Sword and Blade Unity' of the martial world?
This humble monk has learned something."
