Pfft!
With a swift slash, Mei Wuyan managed to sever several meridians with precision, eliciting a twitch at the corners of Moya Vajra's mouth.
The pain made him lose his rationality. His eyes were dark as if they were filled with death.
His hands were like eagle claws as he grabbed at Mei Wuyan's throat.
At that moment, Moya Vajra was mere inches away from Mei Wuyan, his palm poised to touch Mei Wuyan's throat. His eyes gleamed with anticipation as if he could already taste victory over Mei Wuyan.
Swoosh!
However, just as his palm touched Mei Wuyan, Mei Wuyan's neck transformed into golden sand in an instant, causing Moya Vajra's attack to dissipate into nothingness.
"Have you forgotten? I'm from the Golden Sand race!"
His head was separated from the body, but Mei Wuyan looked at Moya Vajra, who was so close to him, and the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up slightly.
