Hah!
The yellow-robed monk stood tall and straight, letting the spear aura howl past like a gale. Its piercing shriek sounded like layer upon layer of demonic cries!
"Chen Clan Fetal Breath Realm martial technique—Blood Demon Spear!"
Chen Feng leaped and shifted like a cannonball, the great dragon of his spine roaring thunderously. Blood and qi poured into his right arm as he hurled the spear!
Clang!
The yellow-robed monk merely tilted his body slightly and easily dodged it. Then his sleeve swept out like a swung steel whip, blasting an ear-piercing whistle between the two!
"Not good!"
Seeing the yellow-robed monk evade his trump card so effortlessly, Chen Feng's mind wandered for an instant, inadvertently exposing a flaw.
When experts clashed, every fraction of an inch had to be contested. One could not let the mind wander before an enemy, or the consequences would be impossible to measure!
Crack—
His sleeve whipped out, curling around Chen Feng's arms at an inconceivable angle before slamming straight into his chest.
At once, the front of his robes burst apart, and the miserable sound of breaking bones exploded beside the young man's ears.
Like demonic cries coiling around his body, branded into his bones and heart!
"Brother!"
"Feng'er!"
Two cries rang out from beneath the platform!
The yellow-robed monk lowered his eyes, showing no restraint whatsoever. Blood and qi surged into his right leg, drawing it back like a great bow pulled to the full moon. With his instep taut, he stomped down fiercely!
Bang!
A stone shot skyward like a cannonball, hurtling straight for Chen Feng's head!
Chen Feng's reaction was not slow. One hand pressed against the searing pain of his broken breastbone while he sharply drew in a breath.
"Open!"
A sound of turning mechanisms came from his waist,