Fierce Battle Rages On!
Chasing Wind Young Master saw the four men merge into one and immediately laughed disdainfully. "I never thought you four cripples would actually have such an ability. But it's useless all the same. You're destined to die by my hand today!"
"Prepare to die!"
"Autumn Wind Fist Blade!"
Chasing Wind Young Master was incredibly fast, merging into the wind. At that moment, his fist seemed to transform into an indestructible immortal blade as he punched toward Heavenly Crippled Demon Lord!
"Hahaha! Take your lives! With your speed, you can't possibly catch me!" Chasing Wind Young Master's wild laughter echoed through the air.
Chasing Wind Young Master was extremely confident in this punch of his, convinced that the Heavenly Crippled Four Brothers would certainly die by his hand.
Just as this incomparably confident punch from Chasing Wind Young Master reached Heavenly Crippled Demon Lord, Heavenly Crippled Demon Lord slowly raised one hand, reached forward, and easily caught Chasing Wind Young Master's punch!
"How is this possible!"
"You can't even see where I am. How could you possibly know which direction I'm attacking from?"
"How could you possibly catch my punch!"
With his fist caught in Heavenly Crippled Demon Lord's grasp, Chasing Wind Young Master couldn't help crying out in shock.
Heavenly Crippled Demon Lord's eight pupils turned toward Chasing Wind Young Master in unison. His gaze was blood-red, and his voice echoed out like a demonic incantation: "That's no longer important... What matters is... who did you just call a cripple?"
Chasing Wind Young Master was stared at by Heavenly Crippled Demon Lord's eight pupils. His own eyes widened in terror, and a trace of fear and horror rose from the depths of his heart.
"You-you-you-you... You're simply a monster!" Chasing Wind Young Master couldn't help roaring.