Ten minutes later.
Yang Xiaoxue's mouth was numb and her hands were sore as she stared at Wu Song in shock.
This is unbelievable!
Is everything in the books and those little movies just nonsense?
Isn't it said that only cows die of exhaustion when there's no ground harder than them?
Can a man's weapon, no matter how hard, not withstand a woman's soft tongue?
Twenty minutes later.
Yang Xiaoxue's neck ached, her legs cramped, and her mouth and tongue were numb.
Wu Song was still unwavering, standing firm like a pillar.
Yang Xiaoxue gritted her teeth and persisted for another five minutes.
Poof...
Yang Xiaoxue gave in, plopping down on the floor, panting heavily, with sweat pouring from her forehead, face, and body.
She's really about to be completely exhausted.
But unfortunately.
It was all in vain.
Wu Song's mighty spear, tempered to a fiery red by her, remained steady as Mount Tai.
What to do?
