At that moment, all the soft and tender green leaves had become murderous weapons. When they flew to Michael, the sound was barely audible, just like the deadly scythe that the god of death silently wielded.
Michael closed his eyes tightly, half-squatted, and raised his hands. His posture was somewhat similar to the starting posture of Tai Chi.
When those leaves were less than a meter away from him, he waved his hands like a swimming dragon.
Every time he hit the front of the leaves accurately. It was easy to resolve the horrible killing intent.
When he stopped, all the leaves had fallen to his feet. From beginning to end, no leaves could touch him except his palm.
"You can open your eyes now." Master Miguel landed beside Michael.
As soon as Michael opened his eyes, Master Miguel couldn't help asking, "How did you cultivate? How did you achieve Union of All so quickly?"