Shen Xiu frowned slightly upon hearing Xue Qing's words. "Xue Qing, where is your clan head, Xue Ji? Tell her to get out here. Today, this young master will spare your Blood Race."
"Humph! Courting death!"
"Kill!"
Hearing Shen Xiu's words, Xue Qing's expression turned savage as he slammed his palm downward.
At once, a powerful force enveloped Shen Xiu.
Feeling the immense pressure bearing down on him, Shen Xiu's brows turned icy as he shouted, "You're courting death!"
Shen Xiu stomped his right foot against the ground, and his speed surged explosively once more.
Xue Qing had not expected Shen Xiu to suddenly erupt with such terrifying speed. Startled, he hurriedly changed direction, preparing to evade Shen Xiu's attack.
However, Shen Xiu's attack had already locked onto Xue Qing.
There was simply no way for Xue Qing to evade it.
Shen Xiu's attack crashed fiercely into Xue Qing's body.
"Ah!"
With a miserable cry, Xue Qing was sent flying backward. He slammed into the ground, spat out blood, and his face filled with horror and disbelief.
"How is this possible? Xue Ji clearly crippled your cultivation. Why do you possess such terrifying strength?"
Xue Qing struggled for a moment before slowly climbing back to his feet, staring at Shen Xiu with a face full of shock.
Shen Xiu looked at Xue Qing and said flatly, "Cut the nonsense. All you Blood Race bastards, get out here!"
The Blood Race Martial Venerable experts all darkened at Shen Xiu's words, clearly enraged.
Still, Xue Qing immediately summoned a group of experts and had them surround Shen Xiu in the center.
"Shen Xiu, you are already a cripple. Do you think you still have the right to act arrogantly here?"
A young man in white stepped out from behind a peak Martial