Chapter 409: The People's Favorite Cigarette

The white smoke, of course, was not smoke.

Just as the God Slaying Sword Formation seemed to be nothing more than a dust storm, it was actually millions of sharp weapons; the white smoke, though seeming to be just smoke, was actually billions of tiny glutinous rice.

White smoke not being smoke is a point of knowledge from middle school chemistry.

They... were solid.

Primordial Heavenly Venerable saw the true form within the white smoke with his eyes, precise enough to see every atom in the microscopic world, and then, he was shocked.

Although Jiang Lu could not block these blades smaller than cells, they were just the right size for the small glutinous rice, matching them evenly, a perfect opponent.