"H-how is this possible?!"
Xiao Ran stood at the stone chamber's entrance, his pupils contracting sharply. The arrogant delight on his face had vanished, replaced by shock and fear he could not hide.
His lips hung slightly parted, and he stood frozen in place.
The patriarch, his father, and his uncle—three Grade Entry experts—had joined forces against Fang Han, yet they could not bring him down. Instead, he had wounded two of them!
A bloody gash ran from Xiao Kui's left cheekbone to his ear. The flesh had peeled back, exposing bone, and blood still seeped from it.
Two of his blue-black fingers had been severed, leaving clean stumps.
Xiao Kui's sinister, triangular eyes brimmed with terror. His mouth twitched, and a stifled groan escaped his throat.
The wound across Xiao Qian's palm was deep, too.
After his dark-red palm force had been shredded, the flesh of his palm had split open. Blood ran down his wrist and dripped, drop by drop, onto the cracked flagstones.
His breathing had grown ragged, his chest heaved, and fine beads of cold sweat covered his temples.
"Even the patriarch can't take down Fang Han?" Xiao Ran looked toward the Xiao Family Patriarch.
The Xiao Family Patriarch stood with his hands behind his back, his gaunt figure blocking the center of the passage. His face betrayed nothing.
But Xiao Ran noticed a shallow cut across the patriarch's right palm.
Shallow as it was, that cut struck Xiao Ran like a slap across the face.
Even the patriarch was wounded?!
A chill shot from the soles of Xiao Ran's feet up his spine. Cold sweat had soaked his back.
He stared at Fang Han's back, his gaze venomous and his thoughts churning like overturned rivers and seas as he desperately searched for a way out.