At this moment, Chu Nan could not clear himself even with a hundred mouths. Facing the pincer attack of two Cloudwater Supreme Sect elders, he was so stifled that he nearly coughed up blood.
"It really wasn't me!"
Chu Nan shouted urgently, trying to explain, but the surging attacks gave him no chance to catch his breath.
"Hand over the Golden Lotus, and we'll spare your life!"
Zhao Songtao's eyes blazed with fury. As his palms flew, the Cloudwater Sect's ultimate art, the Crashing Waves Splitting Clouds Palm, had been driven to its utmost limit.
Palm winds howled, drawing in the surrounding moisture and turning it into layer upon layer of blue palm shadows. Like towering waves in a tsunami, each crest rose higher than the last as they slammed toward Chu Nan, sealing off the space to either side where he might evade.
Every palm shadow contained force capable of collapsing mountains and splitting rocks, along with a distinctive dense, penetrating power.
Though Sun Jingyi had suffered internal injuries, her heart was now filled with killing intent. Forcibly suppressing her churning Qi and Blood, she made the longsword in her hand tremble lightly, rings of condensed emerald radiance rippling across its blade.
With a clear cry, she did not thrust her sword directly. Instead, the sword light became countless fine Sword Qi strands like raindrops, weaving into a vast net that covered the sky and earth as it descended upon Chu Nan from the side.
Chen Qing was likewise unwilling to be "left behind." The Mysterious Dragon Spear let out a low dragon's roar, its True Martial Demon Purging Spear Intent locking onto Chu Nan. The spear shot forth like a dragon, fiercely striking toward his back.
Although he had not gone all out, his attack was still astonishingly