Wisps of a sacred aura began to spread. This was the Buddha Power from the Golden Body Technique. Normally, this power remained hidden deep within his body, but today, it had been roused by his determination.
The Ghosts coiling around Zhou Wushuang began to recoil as if they had met their natural enemy. The black qi also started to slowly dissipate under the illumination of the Golden Light.
"What a loathsome aura."
A black dagger, about thirty centimeters long, appeared in Zhou Wushuang's hand. She thrust it out with a gentle motion, aiming precisely for the spot over Zhao Zuo's heart from behind.
Of course, Zhao Zuo wouldn't just sit and wait for death. He launched a sudden counterattack.
