Yang Yu wiped his sword with his hand, and the blade remained sharp, without anything sticking to it. This meant that Zuixiang. Pu Tao had completely relied on brute force to trap his sword.
Once again stabilizing his stance, Zuixiang. Pu Tao was seething with anger. Who knew Yang Yu's attack would follow closely behind? This time, a slash with a red glow on his hand and an orange glow on his sword.
Zuixiang. Pu Tao was forced into defense, his arms transforming into grapevines and weaving into a Big Net in front of him, firmly catching Yang Yu's sword.
Zuixiang. Pu Tao glared at Yang Yu, "Can't you wait a moment for me to finish speaking?"
"What's there to say? You want to narrate, don't you have Time Stop?"
"Time Stop? I don't have such an ability. What I wanted to tell you is that I've already discovered the secret of your Skill!"
