In an instant, a great battle erupted.
"Spring wind turns to rain, ox hooves are swift, Purple Qi comes from the East covering eight extremities, one hoof lightly seals the Great Saint..." Niu Wuwei remained unhurried, his grand sleeves fluttering as he displayed Great Divine Power, suppressing his opponent.
Next came a storm, with majestic Purple Qi accompanied by Vajra striking across.
In the end, his opponent screamed miserably, their body shattered in half, hastily retreating from this path, not daring to continue blood combat, afraid to lose their life.
Niu Wuwei stood with hands behind his back, saying: "Is this it? The battle ended hastily before I was satisfied."
The Night Ruins camp, a group of people struggled to accept this outcome, actually a two-time defeat.
Mu Shiniang immediately unfolded his folding fan, laughed saying: "Reflecting on before, all of you had an aloof demeanor as if above, turns out it wasn't the case, where did that confidence come from?"
