"Die."
Suddenly, Li Xiaoyao appeared behind him, the Wind Thunder Twin Hammers in his hands smashing mercilessly into the back of the young man's head.
For a moment, the young man felt his mind go hazy, while even his Primordial Spirit shook violently.
The Primordial Spirit was the foundation of a cultivator. Once it suffered a heavy blow, one would become just like Wang Hu earlier—left entirely at Li Xiaoyao's mercy.
"Again."
A flicker of excitement flashed through Li Xiaoyao's eyes. Now that the distance had closed, things would be much easier.
His hands immediately moved without pause, hammer after hammer falling without the slightest respite. The young man before him was now receiving the same treatment Wang Hu had earlier.
Under the successive blows, the longbow in the young man's hand slipped free unconsciously, while his entire body was battered back and forth by Li Xiaoyao like a sandbag.
"Wind."
Li Xiaoyao raised his left hand and roared. An incomparably dense Law of Wind surged from the Wind Hammer in his left hand, swirling around it.
"Lightning."
Li Xiaoyao raised his right hand again, lightning power wrapping around his right arm.
"Strength."
The Law of Strength abruptly manifested around both arms, and a dense suppressive force radiated from Li Xiaoyao's body.
"No... no..."
Fear flashed through the young man's eyes as he looked at Li Xiaoyao, who appeared like a god or devil before him.
He stretched out his right hand, trying to grasp something, but after struggling for a long while, he caught nothing.
"Die."
The twin hammers rose sharply, then crashed down with crushing force. The young man before him was struck directly by both hammers, his body torn into powder beneath the three violent Laws.
Only scattered remnants were left across the battlefield.
"Again."
Holding the