SQUELCH—
It was as if a giant iron ball had slammed viciously into Zhao Mu's face. His entire face had caved in, on the verge of total collapse.
His face was a bloody, mangled mess, yet Zhao Mu didn't dare fight back.
He never had a chance. His strength was completely crushed by Ye Tianling.
He could see it now. None of his attacks worked on Ye Tianling—not his Sword Qi, his Sword Intent, or even his Sword Heart. They were all utterly useless.
'What kind of Talent renders all of another's attacks useless?'
Zhao Mu knew the answer, but he didn't dare to dwell on it.
Because that kind of Talent was far too terrifying—if it really was the one from the legends.
THUD—
His face had suffered a destructive impact, leaving it shattered beyond recognition. His nose was flattened, and his features were a bloody pulp. Flesh hung from the corners of his mouth, exposing a few crooked, dangling teeth as blood streamed down.
