With a flick of his fingers, Wang Sheng made his sword resonate with him. He then heard a long whistle, making the wind rise and the waters swirl, all in the form of Tai Chi.0

The moment he got his hands on a wooden sword, Wang Sheng turned into a completely different person. As his sword intent turned vast and fierce, he finally unleashed his full strength, surprising the two Yin-Yang Cult members. 0

Meanwhile, Mu Wanxuan had instantly seized control of the battlefield. Her Yin-Yang qi suppressed everything within several dozen meters, making the short man immediately consider retreating!0

However, even if he wanted to, he had no time to retreat. While Wang Sheng was driving back his opponent with the Seven-Star Sword Formation, Mu Wanxuan had assumed a simple opening stance.0

With a cold expression, she planted her feet in a bow stance, slowly thrusting his left hand forward while pulling her right hand back. Her long hair billowed behind her.1

The short man hastily chanted an incantation, but his chest inexplicably tightened. The surrounding primal qi seemed to momentarily freeze, becoming completely unresponsive to his spiritual consciousness.0

He then felt...0