The dark, skinny man's face was filled with terror. Just moments ago, he had been shouting that Master was doomed, but now he was coughing up blood and staggering back.
Moreover, after Master's palm strike, the other Soul-Devouring Gu were frightened into retreating as well.
The powerful protective energy of the Thunder Method filled them all with fear.
The Huang Family's younger disciples stared at my master in horror.
"So, so strong!"
"Uncle Black's Life Gu was actually blown apart with one palm strike."
"Heavens! What level of cultivation is this?"
"H-How are we supposed to fight this?"
"..."
Even as the Huang Family disciples panicked, Master gave them no chance to catch their breath. He sprang forward.
"Die!"
With a cold snort, Master threw a punch at the dark, skinny man.
Though the man spat out another mouthful of blood, he raised his small curved blade and slashed at Master.
But he was far too slow. Not only could he not hurt Master, he posed no threat whatsoever.
His blade failed to reach Master, while Master's fist smashed directly into his face.
"Ah..."
The dark, skinny man screamed miserably as he was sent flying by the punch. His body crashed into three Huang Family disciples behind him, knocking all of them to the ground.
Looking again, the man's nose had been broken. Blood covered his mouth and nose, and he had already passed out.
"Uncle Black, Uncle Black!"
"Retreat, retreat!"
"Run, run!"
"..."
The remaining eight Huang Family members had all been intimidated by Master.
Before any of the rest of us had even made a move, they had already lost the will to fight. They turned and fled.
They did not spare so much as a glance at the dark, skinny man who had been beaten unconscious.
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