Fierce Battle!

"Hmm?" Zhao Han had not expected that with a single shake, his opponent would still manage to hold onto the iron staff. His eyes turned cold as a silent punch came at him from the side—it was Shen Tianyang pressing in again. I hope this succeeds in one stroke! Once Hong Yi had steadied himself, his mind was wound taut with tension. At that instant, Zhao Han burst into a chilling, maniacal laugh. Twisting his body, he actually evaded the iron staff smashing toward his head, then fiercely swung out a palm that struck Old Shen Tianyang's pipe. His hand abruptly changed into a claw and clamped down hard, forcibly seizing it. Old Shen Tianyang's iron pipe was no less ruthless, stabbing straight for the space between Zhao Han's temples without a sound, revealing the viciousness and uncanny skill of an old hand in the martial world. "Good!" Hong Yi released his grip, and the Shark Slayer Sword fell into Xiao Mu's hands. At the same time, Shen Tianyang seized the opening. With both hands, he grappled Zhao Han's arms and twisted them behind his back. As Zhao Han struggled violently, Shen Iron Pillar brought his staff down with a crushing blow onto his shoulder. Crack! The bones inside were smashed to pieces. At that moment, Hong Yi sat upright with one hand on his sword, his soul violently trembling as he suppressed the backlash of the Rakshasa King. This slight miscalculation in their exchange seemed to throw Zhao Han's footing into disorder. Having instantly gained the upper hand, Zhao Han caught his breath, fixed Hong Yi with a vicious stare, and laughed wildly. "You little bastard!" Shen Iron Pillar's staff came crashing down, making the air howl. Before it even struck, a violent gale swept through the room, making