Battered by Li Xuancang's storm-like onslaught, the Sky-Crippled Old Man was soon surrounded by peril, hanging by a thread.
"Impossible! I'm already in the Late Astral Qi Realm—why can't I fight back at all?"
The Sky-Crippled Old Man's face was filled with indignation and incomprehension. His strength had risen to the Late Astral Qi Realm, so why was Li Xuancang still treating him like a punching bag?
"I refuse to believe it! I refuse!"
Madness filled the Sky-Crippled Old Man's eyes. Unable to accept this reality, he unleashed his potential, and his strength actually increased somewhat.
Feeling himself grow stronger, the Sky-Crippled Old Man was overjoyed, believing the time had come for him to turn the tables.
Bang!
The next instant, Li Xuancang's fist slammed into his cheek, shattering his cheekbone and sending several teeth flying.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
The Sky-Crippled Old Man seemed possessed. Li Xuancang's single punch had shattered his delusional dream of snatching victory from defeat.
Li Xuancang rushed before him, grabbed the Sky-Crippled Old Man with both hands, hoisted him over his head, then slammed him downward while driving his knee upward.
With a crack, Li Xuancang snapped the Sky-Crippled Old Man's spine.
His entire body went limp like a dead dog stripped of its bones. Blood sprayed ceaselessly from the corner of his mouth, and all strength left his body.
Just as Li Xuancang, Huang Huayuan, and the others thought the dust had settled, an abrupt twist arose.
A flash of mad determination suddenly passed through the dying Sky-Crippled Old Man's eyes.
At the threshold of life and death, he forcibly twisted his body around.
Dense black qi around him churned and shifted madly. At the cost of more than half his cultivation, he broke free from Li Xuancang's grasp and swiftly put distance between