"Shakyamuni!"
Wu Ming's eyes were like swords and electricity, staring at Shakyamuni behind the cracked solid ice.
Their gazes met like electric sparks striking!
Crack!—!
The smooth, mirror-like ice cracks suddenly expanded, about to completely pierce through in an instant. Jiang Dali let out a long shout, turned his saber, and fiercely blazing Saber Qi burst forth like a maddened red dragon, slashing towards Shakyamuni's back.
Facing the sudden approach of Sword Qi and Saber Qi, Shakyamuni remained completely still, eyes behind the Mystic Ice Mask suddenly shifted in two different directions, locking onto the trajectories of both Jiang Dali's and Wu Ming's incoming Sword Light and Saber Qi.
In that split second.
The Sword Qi was already three inches from the face, and Saber Qi was one foot from the back, with Zhang Sanfeng and Yin Zhong also locking their Qi Mechanism, seemingly leaving Shakyamuni no way out.
