Wu Shanji had been hiding his strength in front of everyone for some unknown reason.
Even his closest fellow disciples had only learned his true strength now.
If a rich man refused to return to his hometown, it was like wearing fine clothes while walking through the night.
A person who could earn money without boasting, who could break through a realm without flaunting it, proved that he possessed tremendous restraint and willpower.
Then again, he might just be a pervert waiting for a chance to trip someone up.
Wu Shanji clearly belonged to the latter category.
Each realm was like a whole new heaven. Judging by Qin Han's true strength, as he had displayed it, he was probably far inferior to Wu Shanji.
In a one-on-one fight, Qin Han had no chance of being Wu Shanji's opponent.
The trouble was that Qin Han had loudly declared he would sever all ties with Wu Shanji and fight him to the death, while Li Mu Yang had no way to intervene directly.
Of course, he was unwilling to intervene, either.
Whoever owed money should repay it, and whoever owed a debt should settle it. What did that have to do with him?
He was neither a god nor a Buddha. He was merely a dragon that everyone wanted to beat and kill.
Although Qin Han did not understand why Li Mu Yang insisted that he use a hammer, out of trust in Li Mu Yang's character and strength, he still threw the greatsword to the ground and fished the small hammer out of his robes again.
The Pious War Hammer!
With a hammer in hand, all his confidence vanished.
Qin Han was accustomed to using heavy swords. Once that little hammer landed in his hand, he could not feel any weight