Everyone was stunned, no one expected that the awe-inspiring momentum of the White Tiger couldn't withstand just one finger from Qiu Wucheng. Not only the White Tiger, but even the sword screen maintained by Luo Wujue was crushed by Qiu Wucheng's single finger.
"Cough, cough..."
Qiu Wucheng coughed a few times forcefully, a sickly red blush appearing on his face.
"Little brat, so what?"
With that said, he looked at Long Yan, whose eyes faintly emitted a golden sheen, with a hint of playfulness in his gaze. In fact, Qiu Wucheng was somewhat arrogant about the matter as well, knowing that although the White Tiger's Secret in Long Yan's hands didn't have that earth-shattering momentum, it was still the nemesis of all evils in this world.
Qiu Wucheng was still lightly injured, but such a cost was nothing to him. After all, if he could deal a mental blow to his opponent, it was much more effective than his Blood Curse.
