Li Yuncong's palms struck Ji Feihua squarely in the back, but failed to halt his backward momentum. An irresistible force surged from Ji Feihua's back, crashing into Li Yuncong's chest like a massive boulder and sending him flying. Ji Feihua had taken Hong Beimo's punch with his own flesh and blood, then transferred its force into Li Yuncong.
Wedding Garment Divine Skill!
Ji Feihua could not withstand Hong Beimo's punch after the Blood-Transforming Prajnaparamita Art had multiplied his internal power severalfold, and neither could Li Yuncong. Both men were blasted away, one after the other. Li Yuncong had suffered the worse fate: most of the force behind Hong Beimo's punch had landed on him.
Blood poured from Ji Feihua's mouth when he landed, but he dared not pause. Within a few bounds, he was racing toward the southern slopes of Misty Peak.
Hong Beimo had already seen through his intentions. He stamped both feet against the ground, using the rebound to launch his massive body fifty feet into the air before diving down. His knees bent again as he landed, and he sprang upward once more, this time reaching a hundred feet. His bloodred eyes picked out Ji Feihua, who was hurtling toward the waterfall on Misty Peak's southern slopes at an astonishing speed.
Hong Beimo spread his arms like a hawk swooping down on its prey. He would cut him down and eradicate him utterly, leaving no seed of future trouble.
Although Ji Feihua ran with all his might, his grave injuries had clearly slowed him. He had used the Wedding Garment Divine Skill to transfer Hong Beimo's lethal punch into Li Yuncong, but he had not completely neutralized its unmatched, ferocious force. His organs and meridians had all sustained severe damage.
The waterfall was already in sight. Another