The pair of massive pincers belonging to the tall Shovel Beetle Tribe Highness came snapping toward Xia Chujian with the force of a churning whirlwind.
Their strength was anything but ordinary.
Even Xia Chujian did not dare meet them head-on. She could only retreat rapidly while raising the Sun Moon Qiankun Yue before herself.
Clang! As those huge pincers closed, they were caught precisely by the circular Sun Moon Qiankun Yue.
Those pincers, each at least three meters long, could not snap the Sun Moon Qiankun Yue lodged between them no matter how hard they squeezed.
Xia Chujian then yanked downward. The perfect circle abruptly became a semicircle and rotated ninety degrees, still locking the pair of pincers tightly in place.
The other half of the Sun Moon Qiankun Yue that had been drawn away had become a deadly weapon in Xia Chujian's hand.
At the same time, she shifted her wrist to the Silver Shovel Highness's mouth, dug downward, and flicked upward. It was like the move Huo Yushen had used with the Crocodile Dragon Dagger to pry Zerg Eggs from the bodies of Earth Group of Special Security Bureau elites—except she directly pried one of the massive pincers from the mouth of this fifteen-meter-tall Shovel Beetle Tribe Highness!
Xia Chujian was overjoyed.
Huo Yushen's sequence of movements had actually been exquisitely precise in where it applied force.
Without his personal instruction, ordinary people would never understand the technique or the points where force needed to be applied.
But Xia Chujian truly had a gift in this regard.
She only needed to see such bodily movements once to instinctively grasp those subtle points of leverage, and she used them without the slightest error.
After easily prying out one of the Silver Shovel Highness's pincers, Xia Chujian repeated the process