Still, the thunderous crash of Zheng Biao hitting the ground after being sent flying caused quite a stir in Azure Cloud City's outer city.
The Mighty Far Martial Arts Academy had entrenched itself in the neighborhood for years. Zheng Biao was also a Second Realm martial artist who usually threw his weight around the outer city, forcing ordinary people to give him a wide berth.
Now, however, a fifteen-year-old girl had broken his wrist and cracked his breastbone in just two moves. Before long, the news spread through several nearby streets and alleys.
The way the onlookers outside the gate regarded the Eternal Life Martial Sect's battered wooden sign changed completely.
Their earlier disdain and mockery vanished, replaced by deep wariness and curiosity.
Han Yu cleaned up the entrance, swept the rubble beside the doorframe into a pile, and turned back into the courtyard.
Her back was straight, her right hand still resting on the Greatsword's hilt.
That swift, decisive exchange had firmly stabilized the surging blood energy within her at the Second Realm.
Standing in the courtyard, she looked at Su Yueli, who sat cross-legged in meditation on a stone stool, her heart filled with reverence.
Just then, a heavy thud suddenly sounded outside the dilapidated courtyard gate.
Han Yu raised an eyebrow, her body instantly tensing as she approached the entrance again with her hand on the Greatsword.
A boy in ragged clothes knelt below the steps outside.
He looked about fourteen, dressed in a tattered hemp tunic torn in several places. His exposed skin had an unhealthy, ashen cast and was covered in crisscrossing scars.
He was filthy and foul-smelling, giving off a sour, rotten odor, his body so emaciated that little remained but a skeleton.
Only his eyes were bright enough to send a chill through