"Life-taking Mantra!"
As Da Yu Zen Master and others hesitated, unsure of what was happening, Ci Hang in Buddha clothes suddenly opened his mouth, and strings of Sanskrit burst into the air, causing both the air and space itself to explode wherever they passed.
Da Yu Zen Master and others couldn't dodge in time, and each was blown away and knocked to the ground.
By the time they struggled to their feet, Ci Hang had already passed through numerous barriers and arrived directly next to Li Jing. Placing his pale, withered hand that resembled dry wood directly on Li Jing's smooth head, with just a little force, Li Jing's head would burst open like a ripe watermelon.
However, contrary to everyone's expectations, neither Da Yu Zen Master nor Li Jing seemed particularly worried about the situation at hand.
Instead, they felt a sense of relief and expectation.
