Although Mo Xian could change his angle and attack her, that would only prompt her to create another steel wall. Worse yet, she might retaliate.
"Huff, huff, I give up!" Mo Xian finally stopped attacking and surrendered after a while. Looking at the steel wall standing tall before him, he felt a sense of powerlessness and dejection.
"Hah, see, Wang Ming? Even though I am not freakishly strong like you, I am still among the top in my generation," Wu Jing said in a proud tone.
"Yes, yes, you are very strong," Wang Ming's lips twitched as he saw her childish behavior. He did not mention his girls, especially Bai Lingxi, who was of a similar age and could crush her like an ant. Well, it was because he had buffed them up, so it was still like cheating.
Wu Jing pouted, sensing his sarcasm, and held his hand. Seeing this, many of the audience had their eyes bulge out in disbelief.
"Hey, hey, am I seeing things?"
"This guy seems to be from the Yang-Yin Sect."
