However, in front of Han Mo…
Upon sensing a strange fluctuation of Qi Force in the air, Chen Tang hastily reprimanded, "Limu, be careful!"
But Chen Tang's warning came too late!
Limu's Warblades were already less than a foot away from Han Mo.
The powerful impact of Qi Force seemed to have no effect on Han Mo whatsoever.
With a surge of Yuanwu Power in his hands, it was as though an invisible pair of hands grasped Limu's Warblades directly. Qi Force burst inch by inch, as if visible ripples were undulating in the air.
"Yuanwu-forged Cold Iron? The Warblades are not bad… however, in front of me, they are nothing but trash!" Han Mo sneered disdainfully. In the next moment, he reached out and ferociously slapped towards where Limu was.
Limu, suspended midair, despite possessing the strength of the Fifth Stage of Yuanwu, found his body utterly uncontrollable, like a lone vessel adrift in the vast ocean, tossed about by the waves.
Boom! Boom! Boom!