Then, kneeling over him, he clamped one hand tightly around Dragon Emperor Ao Yan's neck and raised his other fist, smashing it down hard onto his head.
"Bam, bam, bam, bam!"
Amid the sounds of fists pounding flesh, the skin on Dragon Emperor Ao Yan's head soon split open.
Even his skull looked about to crack.
But Dragon Emperor Ao Yan did not give up. He straightened his hand into a blade and thrust it fiercely toward Xu Taiping's waist and abdomen.
The hand blade, imbued with qi and blood power, pierced Xu Taiping's waist and abdomen like a sharp dagger.
Then, churning his hand blade inside Xu Taiping's body, Dragon Emperor Ao Yan said viciously:
"Xu Taiping... let... let go!"
Yet even as pain drained all color from his face, Xu Taiping showed no intention of loosening his grip. With unwavering resolve, he continued smashing fist after fist heavily into Dragon Emperor Ao Yan's head.
"Bam!"
"Bam, bam, bam!"
Inside the Spring Rain Pavilion.
None of the spectators felt the slightest contempt for this fight to the death between Xu Taiping and Dragon Emperor Ao Yan, despite the scene before them looking like a brawl between commoners.
Simply keeping their promise and refraining from using magic power or spiritual power even at such a life-and-death moment was enough to inspire awe in everyone.
Moreover, the qi and blood power and battle intent radiating from both Xu Taiping and Dragon Emperor Ao Yan were enough to chill every cultivator to the bone, especially the martial artists.
"Bam!..."
Just then, enduring the agony of his organs being torn apart, Xu Taiping used his fist, its white bones already exposed, to crack Dragon Emperor Ao Yan's skull by brute force.
Dragon Emperor Ao Yan, meanwhile, seemed to have gone mad. He poured