Unlike Murong Fu's Moke Wuliang, the old man's Moke Wuliang featured fingertips that were intensely bright, yet right in the center of that fierce radiance was a pitch-black point. It lacked the grand scale of Murong Fu's Moke Wuliang, but it carried an even more terrifying aura.
If one had to draw a comparison, Murong Fu's Moke Wuliang was a stellar flare, while the old man's was the collapse of a black hole.
Jiumozhi watched helplessly as that single strike of Moke Wuliang touched his leg, entirely unable to struggle free. A bloody hole then appeared on his leg, and his body was sent hurtling backward at extreme speed.
Chapter 98