The two meat Bodhisattvas had just been dazed by Duan Yun's knee strike, they didn't even have time to react before feeling a bone-chilling coldness.
What's more terrifying is that this chill quickly entered their bodies.
The blade and sword edge had already cut into their fat, spinning around.
Due to the thick layer of fat, they initially didn't feel much pain, but the sense of fear clung to their souls like a relentless maggot.
Because they could clearly feel their fat rapidly disappearing, the chilling sharpness of the blades had already penetrated through the fat into the body.
If their fat was a thick armor, then the person before them was stripping it away!
It was unbelievably fast.
In the eyes of the bloodthirsty audience, the scene was extremely bloody and terrifying.
Duan Yun turned into a storm of blades and swords descending from the sky, stirring up the flesh of the two meat Bodhisattvas.
But what he spilled was not seawater, but fat.
