Xiang Yang, Nan Fenglan, and Wen Jingjing saw only pale blue humanoid phantoms emerge around Zhou An and Yu Hui, shrouding them like curling wisps of green smoke. Then the two separated their palms, power incomparably tyrannical and forceful surging through them as they lunged at Xiang Yang in unspoken unison.
At that moment, Xiang Yang's expression finally shifted slightly, his face growing far more solemn. His body flashed, slipping between Zhou An and Yu Hui like a light swallow. The three exchanged blows in midair, fierce winds howling, their moves swift as lightning. In a crackling burst, they had already traded ten moves.
These ten moves were close-quarters combat, every punch landing on flesh. Given Xiang Yang's physique and strength, he should have been able to shatter their bodies outright with the first strike and blast them apart alive.
Yet the smoky humanoid phantoms on the surface of Zhou An and Yu Hui's bodies unexpectedly blocked Xiang Yang's savage attacks. Their force even rebounded from time to time, greatly moving Xiang Yang.
The three figures crossed and interwove. Xiang Yang landed and turned, sizing up Zhou An and Yu Hui once more. His long, sharp eyes narrowed into slits, brilliance flickering within them and Divine Radiance bursting forth, as though he could see through the pair to the one who had attained the Dao standing behind them.
Before exchanging blows, he had only guessed. Afterward, he understood much more, and could not help but feel a few more measures of admiration for Zhou Tong's methods.
"So it is a martial art similar to the Demon Cultivation Art, using one's own yin-yang true qi as a lure and planting it within this husband and wife's dantian Qi Sea. As time passes, it gradually grows into a great force. No wonder