When Song Muhua made his move, even Hidden Emperor did not dare underestimate him. Though Song Muhua had only temporarily risen to the Spirit Emperor Realm, he was still a Spirit Emperor. In essence, he stood on the same level as Hidden Emperor.
Under normal circumstances, such cloud-and-mist ropes might have been strange, but they could never have done anything to Hidden Emperor. Strictly speaking, Song Muhua was merely a hastily manufactured defective product. Even the weakest Spirit Emperor far surpassed him in strength.
But things were different now. Hidden Emperor, entangled by the Pavilion Master, simply could not spare a hand. When the Pavilion Master saw Song Muhua helping, her eyes lit up. Then she gritted her teeth, endured the agony of the poison spreading rapidly through her body, and made the sword in her hand even faster. The Pavilion Master's sudden outburst caught Hidden Emperor completely off guard. Sword light flashed, and two more wounds appeared on his body.
The wounds carried terrifying Sword Qi. With the Sword Qi entering his body, Hidden Emperor could only circulate his spiritual power to suppress and expel it. But as a result, his movements inevitably slowed.
The next moment, the cloud-and-mist ropes at his side wound around him. A vast amount of mist supported them, causing the ropes to grow longer and longer. Hidden Emperor frowned slightly. With one hand, he blocked the Pavilion Master's attacks, while his other hand continuously chopped at the ropes around him.
Fighting two people at once was no easy task. Song Muhua knew himself well and did not attempt anything unnecessary. He merely controlled the ropes, continuously suppressing Hidden Emperor's movements. Even after exhausting all his strength, Song Muhua could only restrict Hidden Emperor's actions. As time passed, a trickle of blood ran from the