"Extreme Frost Chill Sword."
As soon as the battle began, Ye Wuhen directly used his full strength.
A thick layer of frost covered his eyebrows, and an incomparably icy aura spread from his body. Holding his white precious sword, he swung out, and the entire arena was instantly covered in freezing cold. In the blink of an eye, the battlefield became a world of ice and snow.
"Great Pudu Zen Light."
The Wine Monk made his move.
Layers of halos emerged behind his head. Those halos were formed entirely from Buddhist light, and they augmented his body, making him appear solemn and dignified like a compassionate Buddha descending to the mortal world.
He pressed his palms together and chanted a Buddhist name.
In an instant, golden lotuses bloomed one after another in the air. The sound of countless Buddhas chanting rang out faintly, making people feel an urge to kneel and worship.
A beam of Buddhist light suddenly rose from behind him and pushed forward.
