The Breaking Gang Needle blinded him, and Qing Yu had no leverage in midair, clearly on the verge of being utterly defeated.
"Whew—"
The slight breeze that stirred up seemed to offer a moment's relaxation amidst the tense battle.
However, Feng Guanyu and Bai Guishan felt a sudden uneasiness in their hearts, knowing well that even if there were winds in this great hall, they shouldn't be reaching its depths.
Yet, the anomaly occurring above made both men overlook the inexplicable breeze as they looked up in astonishment.
They saw Qing Yu's raven-black hair unfurl dramatically, thousands of strands curving into arcs like black feathers, softly supporting him. Then, buoyed by these feather-like locks, he deftly shifted position, avoiding the incoming swarm of Breaking Gang Needles.
Three Thousand White Feathers.
