There was no bloodshed, no broken bones or torn muscles.
On the contrary, the soldiers from the Tianzi Troop using the long sabers had their wrist bones shattered by the force, their bodies thrown backward in flight. Their internal organs had suffered severe shocks too, and blood spewed from their mouths in mid-air before they crashed violently to the ground, clearly on the brink of death.
Kubai laughed heartily, his cheeks quivering with layers of fat as he roared continuously, "Boy, the Buddha himself is an arhat reincarnate. You really think you can stop me with just a few of you? You truly don't know what's good for you."
Caught up in the moment, the convenient chain spade in his hands was lifted again, its sharp edge flashing with golden light as it descended swiftly.
