(First update)
Feng Baobao possessed combat strength comparable to a Titled Douluo. While her destructive power might not match Tang Hao's, her relentless barrage was not something a mere Spirit Douluo could withstand!
Very soon, Huyan Zhen felt his Soul Power draining rapidly, while waves of stabbing pain spread through the black-glowing flesh covering his body.
Although each of Feng Baobao's Palm Thunders was not particularly powerful, there were simply too many of them. If one strike failed, another followed; one palm after another came flying at incredible speed. Feng Baobao's two arms whirled like a rice transplanter, her figure nearly obscured by the afterimages of her arms as countless Palm Thunders poured forth as if they cost nothing.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
A series of explosions erupted across Huyan Zhen's body, blasting him into a filthy state. His clothes had practically been stripped away, leaving only a tattered scrap hanging from his body to preserve his modesty.
The First Elder, Second Elder, and Third Elder, who had deliberately held back earlier in hopes of using someone else to kill him, all underwent drastic changes in expression.
They had originally thought that the people Yang Ming brought with him were not especially strong, merely possessing unusual methods. Who could have expected that the girl they had consistently overlooked would possess such formidable strength as well?
The three of them were old and cunning. After exchanging subtle glances and secretly nodding, they charged out from behind Huyan Zhen with perfect tacit understanding, beating the drowning dog!
Huyan Zhen had already been struggling to fend off Feng Baobao's unending offensive, able only to defend passively. Now, caught off guard by the three elders' ambush from behind, his already desperate situation became even more perilous. His previously orderly defense immediately fell into disarray, and