Secretly Lending a Hand

Just as that hand was about to grab Gan Moye, Xiao Yun made his move.

He crouched down and drew up a few scraps of broken iron from the ground.

The iron bits were small, only the size of mung beans, knocked loose from the wall during the fight just now.

He pinched the iron bits between his fingers, bent them, and flicked. Several streaks of cold light flashed past, so fast they were almost invisible to the naked eye.

The sleazy merchant's body suddenly went rigid. His hand, raised with the hoe, froze in midair, his mouth hanging open without a sound.

Those Soul Kings froze at the same time—some had been reaching to grab Gan Moye, some were just about to release soul skills, and some were walking forward. Each of them remained locked in the posture of the previous instant, as if a paralysis spell had been cast on them.

Acupoint Striking Hand, sealing acupoints to immobilize the body.

Everyone was stunned.

The onlookers had no idea what had happened. They only saw the sleazy merchant and his men suddenly stop moving.

Gan Moye was stunned too—she had raised her iron hammer and was preparing to block, but that hand had frozen in midair without moving an inch. She blinked, then quickly reacted. The massive iron hammer in her hand whistled through the air, one blow after another, knocking all those rigid Soul Kings unconscious to the ground.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Five muffled thuds rang out, and five Soul Kings collapsed in response, fainting dead away.

Gan Moye swung the iron hammer in a circle, then pressed the hammerhead against the sleazy merchant's brow. The sleazy merchant could neither move nor speak, and could only express his terror with his eyes.

Gan Moye stared into