"Prepare to die!"
Zhao Xiantu and Li Mo circulated their cultivation arts, their entire bodies shrouded in a layer of light, as they charged toward Meng Qinxian.
The corners of Meng Qinxian's eyes twitched, and a ferocious grin spread across his face. He leaped into the air, and in the instant the blood-and-qi power throughout his body surged—
One punch shattered the rosy light around Zhao Xiantu and sent him flying; turning around, he threw another punch that shattered the rosy light around Li Mo. Li Mo spat out mouthful after mouthful of blood as he retreated.
"Ugh!" The two punches also aggravated Meng Qinxian's injuries. His face paled another shade, and he coughed up blood.
"Heh heh." He ferociously wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes staring at Zhao Xiantu and Li Mo like a wolf and tiger. He said coldly, "With the strength of the two of you, you think you're worthy of fighting me?"
"If I weren't injured, those two punches alone would have been enough to kill you!"
Zhao Xiantu let out a miserable cry as his body flew horizontally through the air, landing several thousand meters away. Only after stabilizing himself did he realize how wretched he looked.
His robes had been torn into strips, his hair was disheveled, his face was pale, and blood hung from the corner of his mouth. His expression revealed intense shock.
That punch from Meng Qinxian just now had made him feel a force capable of destroying heaven and earth crashing toward him.
It felt as though the sky were collapsing and the earth were sinking!
Li Mo's condition was not much better than Zhao Xiantu's. He looked utterly wretched, the bones on the left side of his chest crushed to powder, while the intense