Elder Zhang and the others beside him suddenly came to their senses, realizing that Xiao Yu had concealed not only his qi and blood and true essence, but also his real killing move.
Whoosh!
Before anyone could recover, a phantom leg formed from blood qi power suddenly slammed into Wutu Ba's lower back.
Bang!
Although this kick still did not do much damage to Wutu Ba, it interrupted the fist force he had gathered to strike back.
And as that kick appeared, the blood Xiao Yu had left all over the floor began condensing into phantom legs, patch after patch. Then, kick after kick, like a raging tempest, they battered Wutu Ba from every direction without pause.
Pfft!...
As formidable as Wutu Ba's physique was, faced with hundreds upon thousands of phantom kicks, each equivalent to a Mystic Understanding Realm cultivator's full-powered strike, he was still kicked hard enough to spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Even those patches of blood on the floor were ambushes he laid in advance?"
Watching Wutu Ba cough up blood, Zhai Mo's expression abruptly shifted from surprise to horror. He had never imagined that the shepherd boy who once lacked the strength to truss a chicken would grow to such heights today.
"Hatred really is the power in this world that changes people the most."
Elder Zhang shook his head with a bitter smile.
And in the instant Wutu Ba spat blood, Xiao Yu seized the moment when his qi and blood were unsteady. He abruptly poured all his qi and blood and true essence into his legs, then kicked hard off the ground. With a boom, he leaped high into the air and brought a leg cleaving down toward Wutu Ba below.
And just as Xiao Yu's kick cleaved downward, all the blood