Luo Hou cursed.
With his Dark Jin cultivation, he sensed Chen Mo's arrival at once and immediately shouted, "Get out of the way!"
But how could a Ming Jin warrior react in time?
Chen Mo stamped hard on the ashen earth. Dust billowed as, in the next instant, he burst through it like a hunting leopard and drove out a punch.
The Ming Jin warrior had no time to dodge, but the instant he felt death bearing down on him, he spun around and raised his arm to block.
The power of the punch came howling down on his arm. In the blink of an eye, it snapped both bones as easily as smashing two dry branches.
"Ah—!"
A bloodcurdling scream ripped through the night.
And that wasn't all!
Tiger Roar Jin let loose a tiger's roar and kept surging forward, crushing into the man's chest.
The scream cut off abruptly, replaced by the muffled sound of his organs rupturing.
The next instant, his body fell like a kite with its strings cut, landing at Luo Hou's feet. Blood mixed with scraps of his innards kept spilling from the corner of his mouth.
Luo Hou's mind went blank at the sight.
But he had followed Zhao Huayuan for years and had seen his share of things. He quickly recovered, raised his guard, and prepared to fight.
Chen Mo launched into Luo Smoke Steps. After a few rapid strides, he was right before Luo Hou, throwing a plain, unadorned punch.
Luo Hou used Mantis Fist's Hooking Claw, retreating as he jabbed.
But when their force collided, the resulting shockwave swept toward Luo Hou. His arm went numb, and the force rattled through his shoulder blades, waist, abdomen, legs, and feet, leaving them all aching.
"H-How is this possible?!"
It had been