"Alright!"
Seeing Dai Wang's resolute attitude, Mu Yang nodded and did not hesitate any longer.
"Then, Brother Dai, be careful!"
Mu Yang tightened his grip on the Black Gold Four-Edged Mace, and true qi suddenly surged within his dantian.
He did not use much true qi, merely one hundred strands.
That was roughly the boost of twenty thousand jin of force.
Extreme Dragon-Subduing Mace—Dragon Subduing Head!!
Mu Yang stepped forward and shot out.
The long mace was like a dragon emerging from the sea, carrying terrifying force as it smashed toward Dai Wang.
The mace tore through the air, letting out a piercing sonic boom.
Sensing the fluctuation of true qi, Dai Wang knew Mu Yang had exerted himself.
He immediately gathered his emotions and poured all the true qi in his dantian into the blade.
"Clang—!!!"
The deafening crash of metal against metal exploded once more.
It made Dai Wang's eardrums throb.
Yet at this moment, he had no mind to spare for that.
All his attention was drawn to the long mace before him.
In his eyes, that long mace seemed to weigh a thousand jun. An almost mountain-toppling, sea-overturning force surged through the long blade in his hand.
It numbed the web of his thumb.
With one failed grip, the long blade instantly flew from his hand, spinning several times in the air before embedding itself into the wall with a clang.
His entire body was also sent staggering backward by that force, the bluestone slabs beneath his feet cracking deeply under his steps.
Only after retreating more than a dozen steps, his body pressing against an old tree in the yard and shaking its branches into a frenzy as fallen leaves fluttered down, did he barely steady himself.
A warm liquid suddenly touched his skin.
He