"Uh..."
Having landed on the ground, Yan Long felt mortified. He had intended to show off, but ended up embarrassing himself!
"That strike of yours is good enough for chopping firewood, but it falls short of breaking a formation!" Ye Xiu commented teasingly.
Yan Long's dark green face instantly turned black, a perfect illustration of how red and green can mix to create black. In his seventy years of life, he had never suffered such a piercing insult—to be told his all-out strike was only good for chopping wood.
He was about to stubbornly retort that he hadn't used his full strength when he saw Ye Xiu flick a finger, shooting out a beam of Dao Mang. A loud boom followed, and the Divine Trapping Formation shattered like glass. The 1,000 Silver Cloth Assassins had used their very lives and martial prowess to create the formation. Now that it was broken, all of them dropped dead.
"I concede," Yan Long said, his voice filled with sincere admiration.
