The splits were picture-perfect, shocking Li Ke into closing her eyes in disbelief.
He suddenly threw his face upwards, letting out a soundless scream to the sky, his expression rapidly cycling through countless changes, as if he'd been sent to the eighteenth level of hell; the sheer variety of his expressions was beyond words.
Then, Xie Wenbo rolled around like a shrimp on a hot pan, kicking his legs and curling his body, writhing on the ground — the impact of the splits was just too great.
But no matter how wildly he struggled, he couldn't make a sound because his mute acupoint was sealed.
Xie Wenbo flailed around like this on the ground for five minutes before finally stopping.
At this point, his face was as pale as paper, drenched in sweat, his entire body exhausted to the point of collapse, occasionally twitching.
Li Qing, Li Ke, and Xu Wei were all stunned, taken aback by the power of the splits.
