Pain! Give Me Endless Power!

Duan Yun drove both knees viciously into the little girl's back, pinning her so she could not move, could not even breathe.

And at that moment, with a shout of "Wing Chun!", Duan Yun's fists fell like a violent storm.

Smack smack smack smack smack smack!

High-frequency, immensely forceful impacts rang out without pause, sending terrifying tremors through the ground. The whole earth shook.

In only a short time, the little girl's head had taken over a hundred punches.

Flames even burst from his fists midway through.

Under such high-frequency strikes, it was difficult for the little girl to gather that rebounding true qi. The moment it formed, it was dispersed; the moment it formed, it was dispersed...

If her head had previously been able to spring back from its dented state through rebounding true qi, now it was somewhat beyond saving. It had been completely molded into the shape of Duan Yun's fists.

It could be said that Duan Yun's continuous assault had brought the saying "among all martial arts under heaven, only speed cannot be broken" to its fullest expression.

This time, not only was the little girl's head covered in pits, even the spirit tablets embedded in her body burst and fell one after another, as though she were shedding armor.

Seeing this, Wang Xiaofeng and Cao Wang, who were locked in combat with Qing Yu, both had bloodshot eyes.

Patriarch!

Ancestor!

Lord Taisui!

Patriarch, Lord Taisui is getting beaten!

Beaten brutally!

At that moment, heartbreak and endless pain surged through their hearts.

One had to know that they had been utterly obedient to this Taisui ancestor. It liked eating candles, so they had people put candles in their mouths and feed it.

Whenever Taisui and the patriarchs were in bad moods, the sect masters had to