"Senior brother Shen!"
Seeing this, Liu Changfeng and the faces of the other disciples turned ashen.
Yet they could only watch helplessly as Shen Xiu fell, because they had personally experienced the terrifying strength of that figure. Among them, aside from Shen Xiu, no one could stop it.
Shen Xiu's body stopped just a few meters above the ground.
The figure waved its hand again. A mass of black mist gathered before it, then formed into a pitch-black ghost claw that seized at Shen Xiu.
Shen Xiu's eyes flickered violently at the sight.
But he was not one to sit and wait for death. With a flash of his body, he swiftly dodged aside.
However, the figure had far too many methods. Though Shen Xiu was fast, he was still caught up to.
Boom!
The figure slammed a fist viciously into Shen Xiu's chest, sending his burly body flying.
Pfft!
Shen Xiu spat out a mouthful of blood and crashed heavily to the ground. Five deep bloody marks were left across his chest, a ghastly sight.
Pfft!
He spat out another mouthful of blood, and his face turned somewhat pale.
"Senior brother Shen!"
Worry filled Liu Changfeng and the disciples' faces. They could all see that Shen Xiu was in terrible condition.
After all, this was Shen Xiu!
And now, he had actually been severely wounded here by this guy. Even his life was in danger!
Shen Xiu clutched his chest and slowly rose to his feet. Wiping the blood from the corner of his lips, he looked at the figure and said indifferently, "What now? Do you still think I'll surrender without a fight?"
The figure was taken aback for a moment before letting out a sinister laugh. "Hahaha... Shen Xiu, no matter who you are, you can never