The Grade-Eight Young Gang Leader

Xie Guang's eyelids gradually grew heavy.

At the very last moment, he vaguely saw a fist burst without warning through Liu Three-Legs's chest.

A spray of blood exploded, blurring his vision.

The pressure of the Seventh-Rank Transformation Realm flickered like an ephemeral bloom. Liu Three-Legs felt a sharp pain in his chest, followed by the utter weakness of his body withering away.

"I..."

He lowered his head with difficulty, before he could see what had happened.

With a bang, his entire world plunged into darkness.

Liu Three-Legs's head was gone.

So that was it...

Even a Grade-Eight Martial Artist would die without Internal Force!

Shaking the blood from his hand, Su Xinghe finally let out a breath.

Thanks to the Martial Dao Will brought by the Listening to Tides Art, he had felt nothing from that Seventh Rank pressure just now.

After dealing with his opponent, he spotted Elder Xie lying on the ground, his face pale.

With a flick of his feet, he was already crouching at Elder Xie's side.

Xie Guang was already at the end of his wick, relying solely on the aftereffects of the medicine to preserve a thread of consciousness.

When he saw that Su Xinghe was safe and sound,

the tension in his heart eased, and his eyes quickly dimmed.

"Elder Xie!"

Su Xinghe panicked. He hurriedly pulled out a bottle of top-grade Qi-Replenishing Pills and, whether they would work or not, stuffed all of them into Elder Xie's mouth.

"Boss!"

"Blackie!"

Dense footsteps rang out along the ridge.

"Elder Xie! What happened to him?"

Several members of the Great River Gang arrived first.

Zhang Whiskers grabbed Xie Guang's wrist and carefully checked for three breaths.

"There's still a pulse. Hurry and make a stretcher."

Before the time it took to drink a cup