Pfft!
The Sky Piercer struck with force, but Dong Zhuo suddenly roared in fury, demonic flames boiling around him. He thrust out a fat hand and actually blocked the Sky Piercer's pointed blade with his bare palm. The Sky Piercer was unstoppable, piercing straight through Dong Zhuo's palm and sending blood splattering across the window curtains. Yet Yin Kuang could not advance it even an inch further. Just as Yin Kuang tried to pull back the Sky Piercer, Dong Zhuo sneered from within the black demonic flames. The fingers of his pierced hand closed together, clamping down on the Sky Piercer's blade. "Give my son's weapon back!" With a hard tug, immense force traveled down the shaft into Yin Kuang's hands. He failed to keep hold of it, and the weapon flew from his grasp. Dong Zhuo then swung his other fat palm forward. With a boom that broke the air, a flaming black palm slammed toward Yin Kuang. Yin Kuang had no time to evade and was sent flying.
"I'll slaughter you little rats first, as an appetizer before the meal. Hahaha!" Dong Zhuo planted the Sky Piercer to one side, grabbed an outer robe and draped it over himself. "Don't be impatient, my beauty. I'll be back soon." He seized the skull-faced broadsword from the weapon rack and strode out of the room with heavy, thundering steps.
After being blasted away by Dong Zhuo's palm strike, Yin Kuang felt his blood and qi churn violently. Fortunately, the Purple Dragon Soul Flame protected his body. Pure general soul power could not harm him, so he was not seriously injured. Still, he spat out a mouthful of blood. This Dong Zhuo is ridiculously tough. He actually caught the Sky Piercer with one hand. The moment Yin Kuang got to his