Si Luo still held some apprehensions towards the Divine Weapon; his gaze cold and intense as he sneered and drew a mnemonic with his fingers in mid-air: "Stop!"
Mieluo Sword paused, emitting a humming tremor.
Qin Liuxi's eyes turned cold, as she too flicked a skill: "Break!"
Mieluo Sword broke through the barrier, carrying with it fierce Sword Intent imbued with mighty Divine Power, instantly magnifying its strength, as countless sword lights simultaneously attacked Si Luo, encircling him tightly.
Yet, a solemn Buddhist figure emerged from the sword light, raising its hand, eyes slightly shut: "Amitabha Buddha."
Boom.
The sword light was shattered, scattering into countless sparks, diminishing the brilliance of the Divine Weapon.
Qin Liuxi felt a metallic tang in her throat, strands of blood seeped from the corner of her lips. She licked the blood at her lips, speaking coldly: "You are indeed difficult to deal with."
Indeed, very annoying!
