Draw the Sword

At that moment, the Flower-Picking Monk, who was rushing over, was stunned by what he saw. The power of that fist seal had truly frightened him. His gaze toward Li Changfeng filled with greed, his figure flashed, and he silently moved in to kill Li Changfeng.

After unleashing that move, Li Changfeng spat out another mouthful of blood. The backlash within his body struck again, leaving him seriously injured. The backlash force in his body had previously prevented his martial skill from reaching its full potential, limiting it to only sixty percent of its power.

Yet even at sixty percent, it had killed five people, left one at death's door, and severely wounded another. Its power was terrifying!

Li Changfeng was equally astonished. "It seems this fist seal has tremendous restraint against demons and monsters. Otherwise, it couldn't possibly be this powerful!"

Suddenly, Li Changfeng's expression changed. He sensed a piercing killing intent behind him and swiftly turned around, fiercely striking out with a palm seal to meet the incoming sneak attack. With a bang, the two palm seals collided head-on.

A violent burst of force erupted. Though Li Changfeng had been prepared, the impact still jolted him into coughing up blood as he was sent flying backward, finally landing beside Princess Minmin.

The Flower-Picking Monk's face darkened as he said in a deep voice, "You brat, you were already on guard!"

Li Changfeng wiped the blood from his lips and said coldly, "Hmph! How could I not be wary of someone as sinister and cunning as you?"

The Flower-Picking Monk sneered. "So what if you were prepared? With your current injuries, you're no match for me. Besides, there's also a Grandmaster here!"

Li Changfeng's expression darkened at those words. Their current situation was indeed extremely disadvantageous, and he anxiously