Zhong Wu's face was filled with madness, and there was some graveness in Qin Yu's heart as well.
He wasn't as relaxed as he appeared on the surface. After all, the White Bone Club was a Saint Weapon. Even if it had not been resurrected, its power and might were unimaginable.
Just now, Qin Yu relied on his tough physicality to withstand the strike from the club, but his fists felt the pain.
Zhong Wu had possessed the White Bone Club for quite a while, so it was not possible for him not to have learned something from it.
After thinking for a while, Qin Yu directly opened the fifth level of the fighting word formula.
Then, he reached out with his hadn and held the iron rod in his hand.
At this moment, Qin Yu was like a god of war, who was extremely powerful.
The aura exuding from his body at this moment was extremely terrifying. Everything underneath his feet was pulverized into powders. Golden rays of light now surged out of his body.
