Mo Wen's pupils quivered, and his heart quaked with them.
He couldn't imagine just how much strength Fang Shuwen had used in that one moment.
It was enough to make the very earth tremble.
Tu Qianqiu's massive body slammed into the ground, making it crack and splinter.
The ground itself caved in over a huge area, sinking at least three feet deep.
The muddy earth threw up countless flecks of dirt, while buried stones were shattered by the impact, sending fragments flying in all directions.
Tu Qianqiu couldn't help but spit out a large mouthful of blood, but he wasn't dead yet.
His hands gripped Fang Shuwen's wrist, trying to pry it off his head.
A flicker of surprise showed in Fang Shuwen's eyes.
"It seems I underestimated your Horizontal Martial Arts Training."
Fang Shuwen already knew from the two Stewards that in addition to the "Demon-Butchering Scripture," Tu Qianqiu also possessed a Horizontal Training art that made him impervious to blades and spears.
