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Great Thread-Pulling could not hold Su Xin—or rather, Mo Wuwei had never expected his Great Thread-Pulling to possess such a weakness.
During his hundred years of seclusion, aside from grooming his grandson, Mo Wuwei had spent all his remaining time studying his martial techniques.
After all, he knew that given his age, reaching the Divine Bridge Realm was basically impossible without some fortuitous opportunity. He might as well bolster his combat strength instead.
Unfortunately, over those hundred years, he had scarcely fought any martial artists of the same realm. Naturally, his techniques had not undergone much real combat testing. They might have been dazzling, but their weaknesses were equally glaring.
The Great Thread-Pulling was corroded by Su Xin's power of death. As the one weaving those threads, Mo Wuwei failed to withdraw in time and was struck by that power as well. He immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, looking utterly miserable.
Mo Wuwei had always been charging at the very front here. He had already suffered some injuries at Su Xin's hands earlier, and now his wounds piled upon wounds, leaving him in an even more miserable state.
Mo Wuwei's momentary lapse caught White Lotus Holy Mother and the others off guard. Under the present circumstances, they could not allow Mo Wuwei to be killed by Su Xin. If Mo Wuwei died, who would charge ahead and risk their life against Su Xin?
Though all three of them intended to kill Su Xin, none of them would stake their own lives on doing so.
Thus, after failing to kill Su Xin in one strike, the three immediately changed direction and chose to secure Mo Wuwei first.
Yet a