The two stood together, as if peerless martial arts masters were about to duel. The surrounding crowd held their breath and watched the center of the scene without blinking.
Song Yun stood beside Lin Mo, her hand holding the latest Chanel bag, and whispered with a curl of her lips, "Lin Mo, do you believe that there are still such things as invincible martial arts masters in the world? Aren't those just things made up in TV shows and novels?"
"Why don't you take a look and see?" Lin Mo replied indifferently.
"Please enlighten me," Wu Longshen said as he assumed a stance, kicking the ground to create a two-inch deep footprint, his waist straightened, and his fingers taut as straight as a steel knife.
As soon as the old man took his stance, his aura completely transformed, as if he had gone from an unknown elder to a sharp treasure sword. Even the snowflakes falling from the sky began to subtly change, melting immediately upon touching his clothes.
