The pressure on Que Mu at this moment was tremendous. This was not only reflected in his "kneeling" posture but emanated predominantly from the overwhelming, suffocating pressure exerted by Tian Wujing.
Tian Wujing was like a towering mountain that had instantly smashed Que Mu into the dust. But in the next moment, the mountain vanished, transforming into clouds and rain. The Kunwu blade flipped, thunder turning to gentle rain, the earth dragon to a green serpent, its edge hooking horizontally before pulling back.
Que Mu, in the phase where his old strength had just dissipated and new energy had yet to gather, felt his arms swell. In an instant, Tian Wujing had swept his Wolf Fang Club away with the edge of his blade.
The previous chop was like a raging wave crashing onto the shore, while the current hook was as gentle as the morning breeze and the waning moon.
