C415 Mantra breaking of buddhist sound

The blade cut Yun Duruo's cheek, there was no hesitation in my heart, only an abnormally firm resolution, and the marks underneath the blade made me even more shocked. The blade did not cut Yun Duruo's face, as though it was cut on a piece of paper, but Yun Duruo was like a drawing.

As if I had cut a picture scroll, the carving knife in my hand fell to the ground in shock