"Aah!"
A piercing wail echoed across the wilderness. Han Qianhui's chest had nearly been cleaved open.
All his internal organs had ruptured, and the agonizing pain almost made him pass out on the spot.
But he knew he could not lose consciousness now. If he did, death was certain.
Suspended in midair, he desperately twisted his waist, which had nearly been snapped by the impact, trying to turn around and flee. But a large hand appeared above him and slammed down heavily onto his defenseless chest.
Thud!
Crack!
A muffled boom rang out, like a heavy hammer striking a hide drum. Han Qianhui jolted as though struck by lightning, his chest caving in and his eyes bulging.
His entire body curled into a bow before crashing heavily into the ground.
The earth shuddered and soil exploded outward. His body smashed a deep pit into the ground, embedding him in the dirt.
Xu Yang swept his sleeve, dispersing the dust. Han Qianhui lay in the soil like a puddle of sludge, blood bubbling from his mouth and his pupils unfocused.
"You survived the Four Forms of the Primordial Dragon Elephant Fist. You have some ability," Xu Yang praised.
Among those at ninth heavenly origin, Han Qianhui's combat strength was certainly formidable. An ordinary ninth heavenly origin martial artist would never have withstood four strikes of the Primordial Dragon Elephant Fist. Xu Yang's strength was not merely physical-it was reinforced by his will. Every punch and palm strike carried an overwhelming force that was impossible to resist.
"Don't get smug. My elder brother will kill you sooner or later to avenge me. This blood debt will be settled." Han Qianhui wore an expression that said Xu Yang would eventually join him in death.
Xu Yang smiled. "Han Qianlin? Do you think I'll