The whip shadows overlapped, combining softness with strength, strength with softness, moving as they pleased, acting at will... This was the Will of the Whip, and at the same time, it could also be the Sword Intent.
The soft whip in Wang Xu's hand suddenly seemed to gain the domineering and awe-inspiring aura of a sword. With a flick, it lashed out, inflicting excruciating pain on the Jade Flame Red Hound, tearing its skin as if sliced by a sharp weapon.
Wang Xu was immersed in the absorption of Will, his entire demeanor becoming ethereal, as if fused with heaven and earth. An invisible force enveloped him, allowing him to roam freely in the ocean of Will.
The whip was soft, ultimately not as quick to grasp as the Sword Intent. Wang Xu continued this whip move for nearly half an hour, until the Jade Flame Red Hound howled mournfully and collapsed, bleeding profusely, before Wang Xu withdrew the whip shadows.
