No sooner had Hu Xiaotian finished speaking than he charged at the four men. His attack came without the slightest warning; even Yan Nujiao, standing beside him, had not anticipated it. He meant to catch them unprepared, strike when they least expected it, and seize the initiative, wiping them all out before they could complete their attack formation.
Four long whips lashed out almost simultaneously. Fast though they were, Hu Xiaotian was faster. Before their attack could take shape, he had already plunged into their midst. His Tiger-Subduing Dragon-Seizing Hand clamped onto one man's throat like lightning, and with a crack, he snapped the man's neck.
The three remaining attackers clearly had not expected Hu Xiaotian to move so quickly. They hastily swung their whips at him, trying to entangle him. Flames raced along the whips as they swung, turning them into three fire dragons that danced wildly toward him, spitting tongues of flame.
Hu Xiaotian grabbed the corpse and thrust it forward as a weapon to meet the attack. The three burning whips coiled around it. Seizing the opening, he closed in on another man and drove a heavy punch into his back, right behind his heart. With Hu Xiaotian's current strength, how could the man withstand a full-force blow? Blood gushed from his mouth, and it was clear he would not survive.
Yan Nujiao pulled a Phosphorus Fire Bomb from her waist and, catching one of the survivors off guard, smashed it against him. The bomb burst into fierce flames, but the scaled armor around his body insulated him from the fire. Wreathed in roaring flames, he lunged at Hu Xiaotian.
Having killed two men in quick succession, Hu Xiaotian saw this one suddenly charge at him. Although his martial arts far surpassed his opponent's, he was wary