The dense purple energy, like a nimble little dragon, danced and spiraled in Wo Jiu's right palm, emanating a chilling aura.
Mu Yun hadn't had time to react when Wo Jiu abruptly swung his right arm, his movement as quick as lightning.
In an instant, the terrifyingly powerful purple energy stream, with an unstoppable momentum, surged from Wo Jiu's palm.
Wherever the purple energy stream passed, thick smoke rose in waves, surging straight towards Mu Yun.
At that moment, Mu Yun strived with all his might, forcibly resisting the horrifying worldly pressure from the ancestor of the Wo family.
Mu Yun's face turned red, veins bulging, and beads of sweat continuously rolled down his forehead.
Every inch of flesh was tense, seemingly exerting all his strength.
Suddenly, a very subtle, barely noticeable energy quietly seeped out from within Mu Yun's body.
This energy, like a nimble thread, vanished into the sword behind him in an instant.
