Cheng Kun
"Heh heh heh..."
With an incomparably wicked, lecherous grin on his face, Cheng Kun stepped toward Yang Buhui.
Seeing such bestial behavior about to unfold before their eyes, everyone from the Ming Cult present, aside from Leng Qian, who could neither move nor speak, cursed Cheng Kun viciously. Then, disregarding their own injuries, they rushed at him one after another.
Even Hu Qingniu, whose martial arts were barely passable, was no exception!
However, aside from Hu Qingniu, who could not fight at all, every one of the others was seriously injured. Forcing themselves to move would only worsen their wounds, and naturally, they could not move very quickly.
Cheng Kun had apparently anticipated this situation long ago. As the Ming Cult members charged at him one by one, he unleashed a series of kicks, sending them flying in the order they came at him.
Among them, Zhou Dian cursed the loudest and used the foulest language. He also charged the fastest, so naturally, his injuries were the most severe.
In the end, after Yang Xiao gathered his breath, his body suddenly shot up. After exchanging several moves with Cheng Kun, he exhausted his last bit of strength to strike Cheng Kun with a palm. Only then was he hit once more by Cheng Kun's Phantom Yin Finger. After spitting out a huge mouthful of blood, he collapsed to one side, unable to rise again.
Although Cheng Kun looked utterly overcome by lust, he showed no panic or impatience whatsoever while fighting Yang Xiao. How could Ye Weiming fail to see it? He had deliberately put on that act to force the Ming Cult members into attacking, then use the opportunity to cripple these potential threats completely.
By now, no one in the Ming Cult had the ability to