The Realm Spirit looked at Chu Mo, feeling the surging qi movement within him, and couldn't help but be moved. With solemn seriousness, he proclaimed, "Bring it!"
Swish!
Soul Seizure!
Netherworld's Eight Blades, the first blade!
By now, Chu Mo had gained a whole new insight when brandishing the blade.
As light as a feather, with ease and laughter, he seized and captive the soul!
Swish!
The silhouette of the Realm Spirit instantaneously relocated, simultaneously... he shut his eyes!
This wasn't his first battle with Chu Mo. He had a very detailed understanding of Chu Mo's offensive methods, and knew that it would be hard to clearly dodge Chu Mo's stunning attack after suppressing the realm.
Sometimes, Realm Spirit even felt amazed, thinking Chu Mo's qi movement was too strong.
