Pfft! The two of them spat blood almost simultaneously. In truth, Lu Xiaotian had suffered more from the blows. After all, without the leverage of his legs, he was at a certain disadvantage.
Relying on the Fire Jiao Scale Armor covering his body, he had managed to block some of the heavy strikes. But that only solved a small part of the problem. The two were fighting at close quarters now, and none of their techniques were any longer useful. All that remained was to strike the opponent's vital points with the fastest, most forceful attacks.
Sha Ba wanted to break free, but ever since Lu Xiaotian had seized his shoulder, he had held on with a death grip. Since he could not completely knock Sha Ba down, Sha Ba could forget about widening the distance.
At this point, the two no longer looked like cultivators. They were more like ordinary mortals brawling in the mundane world, without the slightest trace of a cultivator's bearing, rolling across the ground in turns.
In this slaughter, where they had almost no other defenses, both suffered grievous injuries. In such close-quarters combat, aside from one's strength, what mattered was one's willpower. Sha Ba was naturally an extremely vicious and ruthless man. His ribs were broken into pieces in places, and blood kept gushing from the corners of his mouth, yet he still gritted his teeth and persisted.
He had originally thought that although the silver-haired youth before him possessed overwhelming strength, he might not be able to endure pain as well as Sha Ba. He had never expected that from beginning to end, despite suffering more blows, the silver-haired youth would still cling to him without letting go.
The cultivator known as Chameleon Lizard watched the incomparably tragic scene before him. Seeing that