Mantis Stalks Cicada!

"Idiots! Eyes here!" 

In front of Bai Yujian, gripping the gigantic Wheel of Samsara with his bare hands… stood a white-haired man. His presence was a mystery, his aura unfamiliar.

Everyone, except a select few, stared at him for the first time—confused, bewildered, and utterly speechless.

He looked calm. Smiling, even. 

But Bai Yujian knew better. That smile? That was a man hiding a mountain's worth of sweat. 

Saint Wuji's jaw dropped. "You—who are you!?" 

This… this man! Who the hell grabs the Wheel of Samsara barehanded!? Even he couldn't do it without the proper techniques. 

It was impossible. 

Bai Yujian was no less shaken. Her mind shook as she recalled the last few seconds. She had shattered the Buddha's Palm pressing down on her, but the Wheel? That was unavoidable. Yet somehow, this fool had popped out of nowhere and stopped it? 

Su Xiaobai sighed inwardly. Fuck my fate!