Wang Laoliu threw a punch. In the blink of an eye, it was in front of Wang Xian.
Wang Xian hastily raised both arms and assumed the stance of the Mountain-Shaking Fist, but the punch lifted his feet off the ground and sent him flying backward.
"Bang!"
His throat turned sweet. A mouthful of blood surged up, but he forcibly swallowed it back down.
A piercing pain shot through his right arm, as if his bones had been shaken apart.
A wisp of spiritual energy crept along his arm and quietly entered his meridians.
"Hahaha! Just as I thought—fancy moves, no substance."
Wang Laoliu sneered viciously. "Come quietly with me to Phoenix Academy, and you'll suffer a lot less!"
Nearby, Zhang Sandao folded his arms and sneered. "Wang Laoliu, have you forgotten? Azure Cloud Mountain hired me. I'm taking him there."
"Are you done arguing?"
Wang Xian leaned against the eaves and drew a breath, sneering. "I'm no lamb waiting to be slaughtered..."
"You're asking for death!"
Wang Laoliu flew into a rage and pounced like a tiger, his fists sweeping in with even greater force this time.
Wang Xian's pupils contracted. He glanced at Zhang Sandao and saw that the man hadn't moved, which let him breathe a sigh of relief.
The instant he threw an ordinary punch, another warm current surged into his body.
Riding the impact, he drifted backward again, but in the blink of an eye, he swallowed up that wisp of spiritual energy too.
"Huh?" Wang Laoliu looked startled. His punch had felt like it landed on cotton, then vanished as if a clay ox had plunged into the sea.
But as soon as Wang Xian hit the ground, he rolled over and cried out, "Oh no! You're going to beat me to death!"
"Wang