Mountain-Splitting Savage Ox Technique

Bang.

Zhao Zhi's palm struck Blood Snake Sect remnant Zhou Zuoqiu's back, his vigorous, domineering inner energy pouring forth like a flood and surging into Zhou Zuoqiu's body.

Crack.

Faintly.

The sound of bones breaking rang out.

Zhou Zuoqiu was sent flying like a worn-out sack, blood gushing from his mouth. He sprawled limply on the ground, only drawing breath, no longer exhaling.

Han Zhou forcibly exchanged a palm strike with Bai Tai and retreated seven or eight meters, pressing tightly against the mottled wall.

The sharp pain kept shooting up his arm. The bones in his shoulder seemed to have shattered considerably beneath that palm just now. He needed treatment as soon as possible, or he might be left with hidden injuries that could never heal.

He glanced at Zhou Zuoqiu's corpse, then looked toward Zhao Zhi, his expression turning exceedingly grim.

Damn it.

Why had such an expert suddenly appeared among this group from the Profound Nether Platform?

Ever since the cult leader and elders had all been killed by the Cui family, the Provincial Governor's Office, and the Profound Nether Platform, all the Blood Snake Sect's experts had fallen.

Only two or three insignificant shrimps remained.

The Cui family no longer made forceful moves.

The remnants of the Blood Snake Sect had thus become a mission for the Profound Nether Platform.

Most of those in the Profound Nether Platform who took on this mission were Strongmen and Junior Banner Officers. Even Banner Commanders were rarely seen, much less Mountain-Shaking Realm Pacification Envoys.

It was precisely because of this that Blood Snake Sect followers like Han Zhou and Zhou Zuoqiu had been able to cling to life for so long.

Yet today.

They had encountered Zhao Zhi.

Han Zhou gritted his teeth, his lips stained red with blood.