I'll Let You Have the First Three Moves

The monk knew he was no match for Zhou Yuanshang. His eyes were filled with resolve, and he looked ready to fight Zhou Yuanshang to the death.

As things stood, fighting to the death was his only chance.

Inner Force erupted from him. He raised his already battered hands and charged at Zhou Yuanshang once more.

"Looking for death!"

Zhou Yuanshang let out a cold laugh. The gap in strength could not be bridged by a willingness to risk one's life. He had killed countless people and clawed his way out of a mountain of corpses. How could he possibly fear this monk?

His figure moved like a ghost as he charged at the monk, both of them carrying terrifying waves of Inner Force.

Yet at that very moment, Zhou Yuanshang's figure suddenly flew backward, much faster than when he had charged forward, and the long spear in his hand fell to the ground.

"Bang!"

Zhou Yuanshang's figure slammed into the ground once more, landing back among his original troops. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and the intense pain twisted his face into a grimace. Part of his chest had caved in.

It was only because a Martial Dao Grandmaster possessed such formidable vitality that this strike had not taken Zhou Yuanshang's life. It had merely left him severely wounded.

The sudden turn of events left everyone stunned, their eyes filled with horror.

What... what was going on?

Even the monk was dumbfounded.

"Who!"

Zhou Yuanshang could not help but roar, but the movement aggravated the injury in his chest, causing another mouthful of blood to spray from his mouth. Blood also continued to seep from his chest.

He looked toward the Li Family with a trace of fear in his eyes.

At some point, a young man