Shui Xin moved and came standing before Wu Qi. A loud rumble rang out, sounding very much like the deafening ringing of a large bell. Upon colliding with Shui Xin's body, the double-edged axe shattered to shreds and flew all over the place. The burly man who threw the axe roared, aghast. Not willing to believe his attack would fail again, he pulled out three spears and threw them out.
Wu Qi snorted coldly as he pointed his finger out. Instantly, three spears halted midair when they were still one hundred feet away from him. Then, with a light wave of the finger, they spun and shot back towards where they came from at a speed tens of times faster than before, filling the atmosphere with a shrill whistle. In just a blink of an eye, they had arrived before the burly man's eyes.