The figure of Evil Buddha burst forth, like a knife edge reversed, sweeping over like a giant wave that shook the heavens.
No knife was seen, yet the blade light swung like a torrential storm, dancing like dragons and serpents, faintly carrying the sound of Thunder God's roar, as the dazzling and brilliant blade light seemed to tear through space and time from the ancient barbaric era.
This blade embodied Evil Buddha's ultimate understanding of the knife.
Harmony of Yin and Yang, a balance of strength and softness.
This strike by Evil Buddha combined speed and power perfectly, a flawless blade beyond compare.
Only blood can consecrate this blade!
Suddenly, the world transformed, somber and murderous, enveloped by boundless killing intent.
Every speck of killing intent gradually gathered, all living things at this moment faced unprecedented threat, the threat of a single knife.
"Hiss!"
A light reprimand, yet it seemed to carry the roar of a Demon God.
