The ghost-masked man's saber was knocked aside, and Xu Yang's counterattack began. His muscles and bones thundered as astral qi surged wildly.
He spun around swiftly, meeting the ghost-masked man's eyes as his violent aura engulfed his opponent.
"Young friend, this is a misunderstanding! We don't want the money anymore!"
Meeting Xu Yang's cold, merciless gaze, the ghost-masked man shrieked.
His saber couldn't even cut through the man's body. How was he supposed to fight? With such a terrifying body-protection art, why had Xu Yang run earlier? Wasn't that just luring them into a pit?
The ghost-masked man retreated swiftly, trying to put some distance between them.
But Xu Yang seemed glued to him. The distance between them didn't change at all.
Stormy Waves Fist-twelve layers of force stacked together.
Wrapped in a fierce wind, the fist carrying twelve layers of force rapidly grew larger in the ghost-masked man's vision, crashing down like a thunderbolt.
Bang!
The ghost-masked man's protective astral qi shattered on impact. The backlash brought his steps to a halt, and blood seeped from pores across his body.
"Spare me!"
He desperately swung his saber at Xu Yang, tearing shrieks ringing through the air.
Xu Yang remained unmoved. Before the saber could strike him, his fist drove into the ghost-masked man's chest like a great spear.
Crack!
Astral qi erupted, unleashing twelve layers of force. With the sound of breaking bones, the ghost-masked man's eyes rapidly filled with blood. He flew backward like a cannonball, vomiting blood mixed with pieces of his organs in midair.
"Aaargh!"
His piercing scream rang through the wilderness. The ghost mask shattered, revealing another middle-aged face, blood pouring from all seven orifices.
He flew more than a dozen meters before hitting the ground, then slid several meters farther, only stopping once his