Urged by the Purple Cloud Ying Yang Wings, Qin Wushuang's body drifted as ordinarily as a kite. His two legs tread above the head of the big wave and regardless of how that whirlpool lifted, he used the fierce wind to his advantage to keep above the attack. He would not get shaken nor get drawn into.
As the Graceful Spiritual Bow from his hand integrated with his body, it dispersed waves of terrifying golden lights. HIs entire body seemed like a golden transcendent being, revealing an awe-inspiring presence.
Within the whirlpool, when Mi jia saw Qin Wushuang steer the wind and waves with such steadiness, the anger from her heart erupted even more. She rotated her long whip at his golden body.
It seemed as though her whip could extend endlessly. As it extended suddenly around his golden body, it encircled him with thunderbolt-like speed to wrap his golden body up like a roll.
