Shen Xiuhan gave a cold snort inwardly, then sank his weight and twisted at the waist.
His left arm shot out like a venomous snake leaving its hole. His five fingers drew together, curving slightly like an eagle's beak, then jabbed straight for the sword-wielding Blood Puppet's wrist!
"Heavenly Eagle Wind-Twisting Hand: Eagle Beak Seizes the Snake!"
Hiss!
Force pierced the air from his fingertips with a shrill whistle, boring through flesh like an iron awl through stone.
Smack!
The Blood Puppet's wrist went numb. A heartbeat later, pain exploded along her meridians, as though red-hot steel needles had been driven into the gaps between her bones.
Clang!
She could no longer hold the sword. It fell from her hand.
Panic seized the Blood Puppet. She did not dare fight on. Enduring the numb pain in her right arm, she backflipped several paces, turned, and fled.
But she had barely taken two steps when a gust struck her back. Her scalp tightened—someone had seized a fistful of her long hair from behind!
Then—
The world spun.
Shen Xiuhan twisted his waist and used the momentum to hurl her over his shoulder, slamming her savagely into the ground!
Boom!
The dull impact made the ground tremble. Blue bricks cracked, fissures spreading like a spiderweb.
Every bone in the Blood Puppet's body felt as if it had come apart. She had just begun to struggle up when a weight pressed down on her chest.
With difficulty, she raised her eyes.
A blank, expressionless face filled her vision.
Shen Xiuhan!
He had mounted the Blood Puppet and was staring down at her.
"You..."
The hoarse, inhuman sound had barely left her throat
when the sword-wielding Blood Puppet saw Shen Xiuhan raise his right fist.
The bloodlight in her pupils contracted. Her face changed