"Don't resist, Zhu Yunwen, you won't hold out!"
"Little Zhu, call your grandfather out, maybe he can take a couple more hits."
"I top your lungs, turns out the thunder was loud but the rain was small!"
As the giant cauldron encroached another fifteen meters, it finally lost all momentum, the Great Prajnaparamita Palm Force scattered like leaves in a gust, a lonely boat in a torrent, crashing apart loudly, the cauldron smashed onto the ground, bursting with a shower of shattered ice crystals.
Zhu Wushi groaned deeply, blood seeping from the corners of his mouth, the eaves beneath his feet cracked with a sound like "crack," creating cobweb-like fissures, clearly, even if severely injured, Xiong Ba's power with the tenfold enhancement of the Divine Stone was not something he could resist at this moment.
