Lin Su's vertical pupil on his forehead gleamed once more. He didn't stop; instead, he stomped heavily on the ground, gripping Youyou tightly in his hand. As his momentum soared to its peak, he fiercely thrust toward the center of the dust cloud.
The Time Prophecy told him that the guy still had a life-saving trump card and wouldn't die so easily.
A small palm-sized turtle shell spirit weapon swiftly flew out, blocking Youyou's spear blade before shattering with a bang. At the same time, a terrified Zhao Wuheng shouted from within the dust cloud.
"Show mercy!"
As the dust scattered, Zhao Wuheng, with disheveled hair and tattered clothes, knelt on one knee, supporting himself with dual swords. He looked extremely pathetic, with his once proud aura completely vanished.
How could the second Cold Sky Punishment be so easily blocked?
If not for his numerous trump cards, Zhao Wuheng would have been slain on the spot.
