Lord Jiu was slammed back dozens of feet away, his feet leaving two deep three-inch drag marks on the hard stone surface of the ancient altar.
Similarly, the storyteller's dream constructed by Yuan Buyu was shattered into pieces.
Mo Ya Monk stepped forward again, and in the next moment, he appeared behind Yuan Buyu, aiming a finger at the elder storyteller's spine.
At the critical moment, an invisible air blade stretched across in front of Mo Ya Monk's fingertip, blocking the force of that finger.
Mo Ya Monk's finger force did not diminish as he exchanged another finger with the "Sixteen Styles" cast by Zhou Xuan.
What a powerful fingertip that represented sixteen kinds of momentum from Jing Country, praised by the God of Suffering as the sharpest blade of Jing Country. With just one finger pointed, the blade body hummed and vibrated wildly, countless cracks appearing.
"Master, go."
