The sword of fragrant heart wielded a terrifying power, instilling fear even in those who beheld it from afar.
How much more was the dread for Xie Lian, who found himself retreating under such a fierce assault?
Just moments ago, in the Flower City, one person faced Bai Wuxiang with ease.
However, once Jun Wu arrived on the scene, it took two of them merely to fight him to a standstill.
The advantage of the Copper Furnace Mountain, with its formidable spiritual power, finally began to manifest, and Xie Lian sensed a pressure weighing down upon them.
Moreover, Jun Wu was clad in a suit of white armor, a thousand-year-old treasure he had personally forged, as flawless in defense as it was potent.
All he had to do was protect his head while the blades of Flower City lashed out with startling speed and precision, their strikes targeting his throat, heart, back, abdomen, and shoulders.
Yet, their efforts seemed futile as Jun Wu stood unyielding.
Mu Qing cried out, “Stop wasting your strength! It's useless! You can’t pierce that white armor!”
Xie Lian responded, “Attack below his right rib!”
The curved blade sliced through the air, striking exactly at the desired point, but it proved ineffective.