Before joy could take hold, the pale blue blade aura vanished completely.
From within the smoke and dust, a terrifying arm, muscular beyond ordinary, with veins bulging like swimming dragons, silently emerged.
Accompanied by lightning-fast speed, Meng Chuan's gaze was cold as he grasped Xu Nuo's face with one hand.
He smashed it fiercely onto the white jade stone bricks.
Boom!!!
"Senior Brother Xu, let me see what other tricks you have?"
Meng Chuan's booming voice came from above Xu Nuo's head. He struggled to lift his eyelids, but what did he see!
Wisps of white smoke slowly emanated from Meng Chuan, spreading in all directions across the arena.
With the "overload" state of his hard skills fully activated, the aura around him gathered into a thick cloud.
Feeling resistance from his grip, Meng Chuan's entire arm erupted with power, and a pressure as massive as a mountain once again descended.