Almost killed in a single clash.
The female Daoist of the Savage World's new Thrones had her neck pierced clean through by a spear, then was carried flying backward and smashed the war drum to pieces. Rou Ti barely managed to steady herself before forming a hand seal to calm her spirit. Then she actually shifted sideways a step, allowing the iron spear to slice away half her neck and rip off a large chunk of flesh.
The female Daoist had damaged her own Dao body at any cost for one purpose: to win a sliver of survival for the young junior behind her. With one hand, she supported her precariously dangling head. Golden light streamed down from her Daoist crown, a cascade like three layered waterfalls shrouding her entire body. Worthy of being one of the eighteen new Thrones—her physique was tough enough, and her methods numerous enough.
Rou Ti swiftly turned around and grabbed the iron spear, which contained abundant fist force and the True Meaning of Thunder Law. She employed an abstruse ancient Suppression Charm method, preventing the spear from continuing its mischief and turning Yu Long's Human Body Small World upside down.
This move by the Yin Guan was truly vicious. Had she been even a fraction slower, the spear shaft would have pulverized the young woman's upper body and utterly extinguished her chance of life.
Rou Ti's palm throbbed with piercing pain, hissing and crackling like an ordinary person clutching a piece of Fire Charcoal, its flesh scorched and reeking unbearably.
Rou Ti still dared not rashly pull the spear from Yu Long's chest. She extended two fingers held together, and actually sacrificed part of her own cultivation to peel three beads of pure golden light from the Daoist crown. She sent them respectively into