In Yang Xiao's vision, Cannibal Buddha stood unmoving, didn't even turn his head, merely raised his hand lightly with his back turned, and caught the edge of his blade. His fingers were like iron pincers, firmly controlling the knife.
At this moment, Yang Xiao's heart was on the verge of collapse. He was certain that even a Half-step Nether Realm Envoy would be severely wounded from this strike.
Yet, in the face of this series of meticulously prepared killing moves, Cannibal Buddha's performance couldn't be described as merely effortlessly handling it; it was a complete dimensional reduction strike.
The gap between them was beyond words, and the Ghost Sleeve Robe, which he had been so proud of, hadn't played any role from start to finish.
After careful observation, Yang Xiao confirmed that Cannibal Buddha hadn't merely caught his blade bare-handed; he had also utilized spiritual power. A thin layer of pale yellow sand appeared on the fingers that gripped his blade.
