Tan Wang could feel the bound saber being dragged forward, and he refused to let go, but when he tried pulling it back, he felt his center of gravity falling forward, just as Chen Chuan’s right hand came for his face. It came at him so fast that, in the blink of an eye, it practically touched him.0

Sensing danger, his pupils shrank. He threw his head back, and his neck muscles rippled to stretch longer, and his head practically folded behind him to avoid the attack. Then, he brought his arm up to knock away Chen Chuan’s palm. 0

If anyone stood behind Tan Wang, they would see a smile on his flipped over head. 0

All his anxiety was gone. Once Chen Chuan’s offense was over, he would use the Secret Python Cult’s Python Bind Technique with his flexible limbs and...0