"You despicable brat!"
As the onlookers realized that it was Yun Xiao's Afterimage technique, the person involved, Chang Shuo, finally became aware of it and couldn't help but shout out in anger.
However, at this moment, Chang Shuo, having missed his strike, found his heavy weapon, the giant hammer, smashing into the ground, leaving his arms slightly numb, unable to lift the hammer.
Swoosh!
And at this time, everyone, including Chang Shuo, heard a faint sound of the wind breaking. Immediately behind Chang Shuo appeared a figure holding a peculiar Wooden Sword.
This figure was naturally Yun Xiao, and no one had seen him use the Wooden Sword that was always carried on his back, nor did they know how powerful this Wooden Sword truly was.
It was as if a gentle breeze passed by, or like a black meteor streaked across the sky. When Yun Xiao sheathed his sword and stood still, everything seemed as though nothing had happened, even a hint of confusion flashed across Chang Shuo's face.
