Puff!
A moment of stalemate.
Mu Dawu spewed a mouthful of blood, like a kite with a broken string, flying across the air, his face as pale as death.
Looking again at Qin Feiyang.
Although his face was also a bit pale, he stood in the void without moving a single step.
"So strong?"
Mu Dawu looked at Qin Feiyang in shock.
Both using Divine Art, both at the peak cultivation of Nine-Star War Emperor, yet he couldn't match him?
"There's no suspense anymore."
Liu Mu glanced at Qin Feiyang, then at Mu Dawu, unable to resist shaking his head and mumbling.
But suddenly!
Qin Feiyang's body suddenly swayed violently.
His face instantly turned paper-white.
"What happened?"
Liu Mu's eyes widened, filled with disbelief.
Mu Dawu was also full of doubt.
Wasn't he fine earlier, why did he suddenly become so weak?
Could it be that he was also severely injured, just holding on with great effort?
Swish!
Suddenly.
Qin Feiyang turned and flew out of the city.
"Stop!"
