Everyone's mouth hung open wide enough to fit an egg, speechless for a long time. They guessed the beginning, but never the ending.
Until now, they still didn't understand how that one strike could possibly contain such immense power. Perhaps, that strike contained the powerful Qi of Zirong, as well as a full-force blow from Mu Zhong, indeed a formidable force. But even if the two of them teamed up directly, they shouldn't be a match for Mu Chengyang, let alone just a longsword that had been deflected.
Could it be that Han Yan wasn't just bluffing, and that her recent incessant clanging and banging was not mere fanciful nonsense, but actually resulted in crafting some extraordinary divine weapon?
"Young Master, Young Master, what happened to you?" Mu Zhong rushed over with a sobbing tone, quickly uncovering the bricks and stones to pull Mu Chengyang out.
Fortunately, Mu Chengyang wasn't dead yet; however, he was covered in dust, standing there like a clay sculpture.
