Old Eight's entire body shuddered. His two big hands weakly reached toward Xu Yuan. Xu Yuan moved his hand, and the slender sword twisted inside Old Eight's eye socket, churning his brain to pulp!
The stepmother's Artisan Cultivator creation could pierce a Seventh Stream Martial Cultivator's "Bronze Skin Iron Bones."
But without catching him off guard like that, Xu Yuan wouldn't have dared to engage a Seventh Stream Martial Cultivator in close combat.
Old Eight's hands stopped just short of Xu Yuan's neck.
Blood burst from wounds all over his body at once, as if under pressure!
It splattered across Xu Yuan's face, stinging his skin.
When a powerful Martial Cultivator died, his power broke. His body's excessively vigorous blood and qi, no longer restrained by his will, could produce this effect, known as "blood collapse" or "blood explosion."
Xu Yuan let out a long breath, aggravating the wound in his chest. He couldn't help spitting out another mouthful of blood.
Even with the Skin Pill protecting him, Old Eight's punch had been no small thing to endure.
He'd thought Old Yan's presence would keep things under control this time, and that the enemy couldn't stir up much trouble. He hadn't expected them to have a method like this, one that instantly separated the four of them. Even Old Yan hadn't managed to break through the "spell" in time to come to his rescue.
Fortunately, he was the one who'd won in the end.
Beyond the "Unlawful" area, everything on the street carried on as usual: crowds jostled, voices clamored, and oxen and horses bellowed.
Xing Guolong's men were hiding in a shop by the roadside.
The shop was closed. Xing Guolong and his men had already dealt with the shopkeeper and his assistants inside.
The ones who'd entered