Mo Wen's long and loud cry shook the skies. Even the bluestone grinding disc that was being pressed on trembled slightly and stopped for a moment, as if it had been disrupted by the soundwaves.
In the blink of an eye, Mo Wen dashed forward, appearing in front of the bluestone grinding plate, which was emitting a very frightening aura. As he did so, black rays were being emitted from both of his hands. The temperatures then suddenly dropped, as if the entire area had descended into winter.
The black rays then morphed into two sharp claws. As Mo Wen randomly moved his hands, the sharp claws cut directly into the bluestone grinding plate, causing 10 big holes.
It was effortless, as though he was cutting through soft tofu. That pair of claws was simply sharp beyond compare. There was nothing that they could not cut through.
