After continuously attacking with a few hundred strikes, he could not even touch Yi Yun’s sleeve. Tao Yunxiao began to sweat profusely.
How could this be possible!?
On the Tao tribal clan’s platform, the Tao tribal clan’s Patriarch, grand elder and others were frightened and distraught, with sweat appearing on their foreheads.
They had lived for a long time and read many books. They had much greater knowledge than Tao Yunxiao. They knew what Yi Yun’s movement was.
“Minute Subtlety…This is the movement skill Minute Subtlety!” The voice of the Tao tribal clan’s Patriarch trembled.
First it was Purple Air Comes From The East, next it was the Minute Subtlety realm!
How could all of this appear in a twelve year old!?