In an instant.
Outside the manor, beneath the night sky, blood mist churned, and killing intent surged into the heavens!
The one-eyed monk let out a shrill howl and struck first, fiercely driving his hundred-pound iron zen staff into the ground with a deafening bang.
The blue bricks instantly shattered, countless fragments shooting toward Fang Han like hidden weapons with sharp whooshes.
At the same time.
Seizing the chance, the one-eyed monk erupted with Force Qi and made to flee, with no intention whatsoever of staying to fight Fang Han to the death.
Yet the one-eyed monk was carrying a hundred-pound iron zen staff, and movement techniques clearly were not his strong suit.
Before he had fled more than a few yards, Fang Han caught up to him and blocked his path.
Furious and flustered, the one-eyed monk said nothing and directly slapped a palm at Fang Han's face.
The palm wind was wrapped in dense blood mist, its stench rushing at him.
Fang Han neither dodged nor evaded. He crossed his arms and received it head-on.
Boom!
The blood palm came crashing down, Force Qi exploding in all directions as the blue bricks beneath their feet crumbled inch by inch.
Most of the force behind that strike was first dispersed by his close-fitting treasure armor, then steadily dissolved by layers of skin and membrane. Less than one-tenth of its power truly landed on his flesh.
Fang Han did not budge in the slightest.
The one-eyed monk's pupils abruptly contracted at the sight, and shock filled his heart.
Even an expert of the same realm would have his Blood Qi churn and spit blood after taking his Blood Baleful Palm head-on.
Yet this young man before him had not even had his skin broken!
"Who exactly are you?" Cold light