Su Xin's martial path had always followed the route of the word "domineering." Perhaps it lacked Meng Jingxian's breathtaking brilliance of one sword leaving ten thousand enemies cowed, but when fighting Su Xin, he could make it impossible for you to catch your breath.
Earlier, Fan Luojia and Erduo had mocked the White Lotus Holy Mother for being forced back by Su Xin's Immortal Sword and Sword of Death. At the time, they had been fighting others themselves, so they had not clearly sensed the power behind those two swords.
But now, seeing the few moves Su Xin used against Mo Wuwei, they were deeply shaken as well. If they were in his place, could they withstand such might?
Mo Wuwei looked at Su Xin with cold indifference in his eyes.
Had it been before, Mo Wuwei would certainly have avoided the edge of his blade for the moment. But now, he did not wish to retreat—and neither could he.
He had already staked his life. The White Lotus Holy Mother and the others would only kick a man when he was down; if he did not seize the upper hand, they would never act.
Facing Su Xin's terrifying punch, powerful enough to burn the heavens, Mo Wuwei charged forward to meet it.
The power of the Heavenly Net Fire Path burned Mo Wuwei's blood, true qi, and even his primordial spirit.
Yet Mo Wuwei seemed not to notice at all. He actually chose to engage Su Xin in close combat, a faint gleam blooming from his hand as he reached out to seize Su Xin.
The White Lotus Holy Mother and the others were stunned. Had Mo Wuwei gone mad? Even risking one's life was not done like this. Was he courting death?
Su Xin's body-tempering art, the Dragon-Elephant