At that moment, Fahai dove down and unleashed more than a dozen palm shadows at Xuanzi from behind.
Xuanzi's ears twitched. He had clearly sensed Fahai approaching from behind, and a cold smile curled at the corners of his lips.
"Two Extremes of Wind Listening!"
Xuanzi suddenly let out a furious shout, and his gaze instantly turned murderous.
His body twisted into an extraordinarily strange posture. His waist had actually coiled like a twist of dough.
At the same time, the daggers in his hands stabbed toward Tianpeng and Fahai, one in front and one behind, without weakening his assault in the slightest.
"Swish!"
With a soft sound, a bloody gash was instantly cut across both of Fahai's palms.
If he had not been protected by True Qi, that strike would probably have severed his palms outright.
Below, Tianpeng saw the dagger stabbing toward him. He tried to pull himself up and fly backward, but he was already too slow. He hurriedly crossed the rake in his hands and used its shaft to block the dagger's point.
"Clang!"
With an ear-splitting, crisp ring, the shaft of the Nine-Foot Rake in Tianpeng's hands was actually forced into a bend of unbelievable proportions.
How much strength had that strike contained?
Tianpeng knew he absolutely could not sit around waiting for death. He quickly raised both legs and kicked more than a dozen times toward Xuanzi's abdomen.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
After several successive muffled impacts, Xuanzi took all of Tianpeng's dozen-plus kicks head-on.
Tianpeng also used the momentum to flick the shaft in his hands and vaulted backward with the rebound.
"Not bad. I never expected that you ants from the heavens would possess such strength."
Xuanzi patted his chest, looking completely unconcerned, with a sinister smile on his lips.
Fahai was standing