Not only was he rusty, but he was like a 3-year-old kid who was waving a giant hammer.
Its strength was too huge, even making him terrified, unable to follow what he wanted.
Trying to get a hang of it during an important situation couldn't work. He thought he could control it effortlessly, but it was different from his martial path.
He changed his mind. Just as he was about to move this "strength" of the country away and spread it out to show his strength, for some reason, it had consolidated into a small area. He only heard a cracking sound, to see the bones in Zong Shi's legs breaking once more. This time, it broke off, the point spreading, revealing white bones, sending a chill down one's spine.
Zong Shi instantly spat fresh blood out, spitting out pieces of his internal organs. He only felt that his organs were smashed into meat paste by this unstoppable strength.