Bang!
With a heavy thud, Hong Yingquan and Zhou Heng each staggered back more than ten steps. The golden light on Zhou Heng's hands flashed and vanished. His fists were whole and unblemished, without the slightest sign of injury.
Hong Yingquan, on the other hand, was in a sorry state. His hands were twisted beyond recognition, and a bone in his right hand had even pierced through his flesh, leaving it drenched in blood!
What!
In a head-on clash like that, Zhou Heng hadn't merely held his ground—he'd actually injured Hong Yingquan?
"Hmph!" Hong Yingquan stared at Zhou Heng for a moment, then abruptly turned and ran—not down the mountain, but up it!
"Trying to run?" Zhou Heng shot forward, his Flying Cloud Steps carrying him after Hong Yingquan in a swift, drifting rush.
"Kid, don't push things too far!" Seeing Zhou Heng in hot pursuit, Hong Yingquan was both furious and alarmed. If he didn't turn and fight, wouldn't that mean he was afraid of Zhou Heng? But if he did fight... he'd already lost!
"What a joke. You've attacked me time and again, and you still have the nerve to say I'm going too far?" Zhou Heng sneered and sped after him. The Flying Cloud Steps didn't add much to his speed, but his Dantian was eight times the size of an ordinary person's. That meant that though he had only just entered the Spirit Gathering Realm, his spiritual power was already on par with Hong Yingquan's.
Thus, once he set the Flying Cloud Steps in motion, he was even faster than Hong Yingquan!
The sight left everyone else reeling.
With Zhou Heng closing in, Hong Yingquan had no choice but to turn and defend himself. Bang! Their blows met, and Hong Yingquan's face changed again. A finger