Faced with a mop smeared with dung, Jue Wushen, the overlord of a generation in Japan, naturally wanted to instinctively stay away from such filth. Before he could weigh the pros and cons, his body had already unconsciously retreated seven steps.
However, the Wind and Cloud Secret Realm had always been an exceptionally cruel and miserable world. Anyone who could become an overlord there possessed an incomparably steadfast mind.
Other than Di Shitian, nearly every true expert could endure pain and torment that ordinary people could not bear.
Jue Wushen was naturally no exception!
If this had merely been an ordinary clash of pride, he might have cared about his image and kept away from filth.
But this battle was of immense importance to him. Naturally, he could not be forced out of the circle by a lump of dung.
After his initial shock, Jue Wushen immediately steadied himself and threw a punch directly at the dung-smeared mop in Niu Zhichun's hand.
This punch carried an even fiercer Killing Heart and denser Killing Intent!
The mop in Niu Zhichun's hand was merely a cleaning tool. It was far inferior even to the weakest waxwood staff among weapons, so how could it possibly withstand Jue Wushen's punch?
Boom!
With one blow, the mop shattered into four pieces. Although Niu Zhichun, who bore the brunt of it, discarded the mop immediately and summoned the Fire Quenching Divine Needle across his chest to defend himself, the residual force of Jue Wushen's punch still dealt Crushing Damage to him, causing his health to plummet by a fifth!
Well... there was no need to doubt it. In terms of defense and health, Niu Zhichun, whose Innate Skill had long since reached mastery, was indeed tougher than Dao Mei.
However, Niu Zhichun's earlier mop swing had