In just a few moments, the situation on the rooftop changed again and again.
First, Yu Canghai fell into a disadvantage and nearly died.
Then Qingcheng Sect disciples sacrificed themselves to save him, giving Yu Canghai a chance to make a desperate counterattack.
Just as the danger reached its peak, Ji Boying thrust out his sword and broke Yu Canghai's palm technique.
Before Lin Zhennan and the others could breathe a sigh of relief, a black-clad man suddenly shot out from the shadows and drove a heavy palm strike toward Ji Boying's back.
The escort agency's people immediately became anxious again.
Seeing this, Yu Canghai ignored the agony of his nearly ruined right hand.
He had truly become ruthless.
"Ah!"
With a pained roar, he tore his pierced right arm away from the sword, ripping flesh from bone.
Without caring about the ghastly white bones exposed in his right arm, he used the bones of his pierced hand to lock Ji Boying's sword in place, refusing to let him pull it free.
Then, with a ferocious expression, he raised his left palm and pressed forward, intending to join the black-clad man who had suddenly appeared and attack Ji Boying from both sides, killing him beneath their palms.
Though the man flying through the air had wrapped himself tightly and revealed only his eyes, one could still see a trace of admiration in those eyes for Yu Canghai's ruthlessness.
Two vicious gusts came at Ji Boying from front and back, nearly suffocating him.
Ji Boying's iron sword was trapped by Yu Canghai's bones.
He could have shattered Yu Canghai's bones at once, but with enemies before and behind him, it was difficult to exert his strength evenly through a single iron sword.
He immediately released the iron sword, took a slight