"Six Paths Mandala?" Wu Qi roared with laughter, "Do you think you can hurt me with that?"
Wu Qi was provoking Bodhisattva Kṣitigarbha when his long hair burst into flames like Xiang Yu's and burned to ashes in just a flash. The flames then burned his scalp and made it crackle, washing him with a pain so intense that he could not help but cry out.
Looking at the Bodhisattvas who held all the key points of the mandala-shaped formation in horror, Wu Qi knocked Xiang Yu out of consciousness with the edge of his palm and threw him into the Dark Yin Celestial Tower that was hovering above him. Inside the tower, the chaotic energy rolled Xiang Yu up and threw him into Wu Qi's interstitial world.