Duan Yun merely took a step forward, and the entire situation seemed to have completely reversed.
Originally, the Seventeen Arhats, whose momentum was as imposing as a rainbow and seemed like they could cut through the entire Kui Star Tower, hadn't retreated, yet they had already lost in terms of momentum.
Their double ponytails atop their heads spun even more violently, and seventeen whirlwinds connected with the same spirit, even forming a cloud shape with the brothel women's undergarments floating above their heads.
But visibly, their pressure wasn't small, as evidenced by their sweaty faces and the smoke rising from their heads.
Though it seemed like they hadn't yet engaged directly, they had in fact exchanged blows hundreds of times in secret.
"Bound by the same moment across the ends of the earth!"
Suddenly, an Arhat shouted.
