"Still not going to admit defeat?"
Perhaps because those caught in the thick of things could not see clearly, Wutu Ba noticed nothing unusual. Still teasing him, he picked his moment, curled a finger, and flicked it lightly toward Xiao Yu.
Xiao Yu had already closed to within three feet of Wutu Ba when a blood-red finger appeared out of thin air before him and struck him heavily in the chest.
"Bang!"
With the sound of the collision, Xiao Yu's feet left the ground as the finger sent him flying backward, slamming him into a pillar in the great hall.
Before he could stand, Wutu Ba, far away, had already changed his finger into a fist, then brought it smashing down like a hammer.
"Boom!"
Almost simultaneously, a gigantic fist formed from blood qi hammered down heavily toward Xiao Yu.
Even from more than a dozen zhang away, everyone could clearly sense the might of this punch. If that hammer blow truly landed, Xiao Yu, with his gravely wounded body, might well be smashed into pulp.
"Boom!"
But just as worry filled everyone's faces, the fluctuations of aura around Xiao Yu suddenly surged. Fierce gang qi mingled with waves of heat and shot skyward with a boom.
"Bang!"
The surging wave of gang qi formed from qi and blood and true qi collided with the Fist Shadow descending like a gigantic hammer, shattering it with a crash.
At the same time, with a thud, Xiao Yu kicked hard against the floor of the great hall with both feet, then shot straight toward Wutu Ba like an arrow loosed from its string.
"Whoosh!"
Amid the whistle of cleaving air, Xiao Yu closed to within a zhang of Wutu Ba in the blink of an eye.
In all his previous attacks, Xiao