But even so, the mop's handle still bent.
The entire crowd was shocked. Everyone was dumbfounded, their jaws dropping in disbelief. Are you kidding me? It hit? It actually hit? Xueyang, who could dodge battle sabers and longswords, couldn't dodge a stinking mop? How was this possible?
The crowd saw it clearly. In terms of speed and angle, Su Yue's mop was not even on par with Bai Xiaolong's and Meng Yang's attacks.
Zhou Yuncan stiffened all over, feeling as if he were in a dream. Bai Xiaolong and Meng Yang exchanged glances, both feeling so ashamed they wanted to die.
"Is this Xueyang a paid actor hired by Su Yue?" Meng Yang proposed a bold hypothesis.
"Do they have some sort of shady deal going on? Is he intentionally feeding kills to Su Yue?" Bai Xiaolong also analyzed.
