"After a thousand years without crossing hands, have you all really forgotten what made me, Du Ziren, famous?"
"As long as I'm not dead, no one is leaving today."
Du Ziren's voice echoed endlessly through the void. By now, the area for several miles around had been completely shrouded in black mist.
The two Buddhas reacted swiftly, retreating in unison almost instantly.
Du Ziren had not expected to succeed in a single strike. As the black mist surged, his figure vanished once more.
It could be said...
This fellow was the foremost assassin of ancient times.
Elusive and unpredictable.
Once a battle began, black mist filled the surroundings, and he could appear in any corner of it. No one knew whose back he would be standing behind the next second, silently driving a blade into them.
Especially those two daggers. No one knew what material they were made of, but they were exceptionally sharp. Even the toughest body could not withstand them.
The slightest lapse in vigilance could easily result in severe injury.
"Du Ziren, is there really no room for negotiation?"
Seeing the two people rushing to provide support forced straight back, the Dharma Body Buddha shouted.
But there was no response.
Only Yang Yun slowly raised his spear at last.
"Your opponent is me."
The next second, Yang Yun appeared beside the Dharma Body Buddha like lightning. His spear shot forth like a dragon, and cracks spread across the surrounding void with every thrust.
In a corner.
Wang Ye silently watched the scene before him, then slowly withdrew.
If Yang Yun and the others had not acted now, stopping them would have fallen to him.
But he was currently in a peculiar state. The thing Du Ziren had given him earlier, which he had not taken seriously,