Zheng Tu could only dodge the Money Darts hurtling toward him by throwing himself into an utterly bedraggled donkey roll.
"You little bastard, whether you touched my men or not, I'm going to kill you today!"
Zheng Tu's eyes nearly spat fire. This brat was far too vicious and underhanded.
The blood vitality inside him instantly surged like a roaring river. As his muscles abruptly swelled, visible currents of air rose around him, whipping up sand and stones and sending his hair flying wildly.
Zheng Tu suddenly stepped forward, cracking a deep crater into the ground as he hurled himself toward Zhou Chen like a meteor.
He raised his hand and spread his fingers. Five blood-colored halos seemed to emerge at their bases, trailing crimson through the air, which instantly filled with a cloying, bloody stench.
Whoosh!
Zheng Tu reached Zhou Chen's side in an instant. His five fingers descended like a mountain, his palm striking straight at Zhou Chen's cervical spine-
"Blood Sea Palm Technique-Great Vow Blood Seal!"
Zhou Chen felt a violent pressure rise behind him, while an intense sense of danger and dread welled up within him.
As expected of a martial warrior at third-rank perfection. Even with my physical strength having climbed to an inconceivable level, I absolutely can't take this palm strike from Zheng Tu.
Zhou Chen flickered, vanishing from the spot.
With a bang, Zheng Tu's palm slammed into the place where he had stood. The ground instantly exploded with a howling sound. The surrounding air was violently dragged inward, shrieking under the strain as it collapsed toward the point of impact.
"You brat, you actually trained your leg technique to perfection!"
After just one exchange, Zheng Tu had seen through Zhou Chen's capabilities, and his pupils abruptly contracted. A grave look flashed across