Mo Youu stepped toward Qing Lin, one step at a time.
Qing Lin's face remained defiant.
The originally shattered blue scales suddenly reformed around his hands.
His hands, covered in blue scales, turned from fists to claws, and with a tear, forcibly ripped through the rampant Sword Intent surrounding him.
"Hmm?" Mo Youu frowned.
Hoo... At the same time, Qing Lin waved his large hand.
Strands of Annihilation Gang Wind instantly enveloped his body.
The fierce Gang Wind could even compete with the surrounding Sword Intent.
Qing Lin's intention was simple: to hold back Mo Youu, just long enough until the Secret Realm reopened.
Mo Youu frowned; he too understood Qing Lin's plan.
"Why bother," Mo Youu uttered in a low voice.
After speaking, Mo Youu shook his head, "Let's end it here."
As his words fell, Mo Youu reached out and lightly grasped the air.
Clang...
The sword previously embedded in the ground instantly leapt into his hand.
