A cold star appeared in the eyes of the masked Bone Monkey.
No sooner had it appeared than its ultimate sharpness had already pierced through the airflow.
It was sharp enough to split metal and break stone, and in an instant, it was upon him.
The masked Bone Monkey let out a strange cry, and his Bone Monkey Dharma Phase flashed and disappeared. Midway through, he twisted his body and soared into the sky, continuously changing to nine different positions before finally waiting for the strength of the cold star to fade.
With a tremble of his hands, he had already leaped out with two daggers crossed in front of him.
Clang!
He retreated seven steps before finally standing firm and also finally seeing clearly what that cold star in front of him was...
It was a flying sword suspended in mid-air!
The sword tip was pointed directly at the masked Bone Monkey.
