"Such immense strength."
Jiang Yingrou kept drifting backward, sidestepping, and dodging amid that raging storm of punches.
His figure was like a red fallen leaf tumbling through a fierce wind, light and graceful.
Every dodge carried him just clear of the deadliest reach of the fists.
But the lingering gusts of those punches tore several gashes in his red dress.
Most of the subtle gold-thread patterns along the hem shattered, exposing his pale, slender legs beneath.
A thread of dark red blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and the dark red radiance in his amber eyes dimmed a little.
"Is dodging all you can do?"
Pan Yue spoke in a low, heavy voice, a trace of impatience in his tone.
He abruptly brought his fists together, interlacing his fingers into a hammer and raising them high above his head.
The dark gold force law gathered above his fists into the enormous phantom of a golden war hammer.
The hammerhead spanned several zhang, like a golden meteor compressed into the shape of a hammer.
"Force Breaks All Laws: Sky Hammer!"
He slammed his joined fists down.
The phantom golden war hammer crashed toward Jiang Yingrou's head with the might to destroy heaven and earth.
Wherever its face passed, space was crushed to pieces inch by inch, revealing pitch-black fissures.
The descending hammer sucked all the air from within ten zhang of Jiang Yingrou, creating a brief vacuum.
Jiang Yingrou tilted his head back and watched the enormous golden hammer descend.
In that instant, he made an extremely risky decision.
Rather than retreat farther, he abruptly stepped forward with his right foot, his entire figure like a red lotus suddenly blooming amid a storm.
He plunged both hands into his own chest, all ten fingers sinking into his flesh as