"Shing!"
Almost at the very moment the young cultivator spoke, a metallic tremor rang out, and the martial artist Tiehu's head was sliced off with a single stroke.
Who else could the saber-wielder have been but Xu Taiping?
"You, you... you knew all along that we'd be lying in ambush here?"
The young cultivator stared at Xu Taiping in astonishment.
"What do you think?"
Xu Taiping gave the young cultivator a faint smile.
Meanwhile, Tieniu and Iron Lion attacked again, one throwing a punch and the other raising his leg, mustering all their blood qi as they struck at Xu Taiping with all their might.
With a swish, Xu Taiping shifted his feet, his figure flashing aside to dodge Iron Lion's sweeping kick.
At the same time, amid the cracking of stretching bones, Xu Taiping's physique rose from the Crouching Dragon Realm to the Soaring Dragon Realm in an instant. Then his arm, covered in golden scales and as thick as a python flood dragon, clenched into a fist and smashed toward Tieniu's incoming punch.
"Bam!"
Amid the tremendous crash, Tieniu's equally thick arm and cooking-pot-sized fist burst apart almost at once.
His fist shattered outright, and the flesh of his arm peeled outward, exposing stark white bone.
At this sight, both Iron Lion and the young cultivator looked as though they had seen a ghost.
After all, Tieniu was a cultivator with a Martial Saint Realm physique; even a sword strike from an ordinary cultivator might not have wounded him.
While they stood stunned, Xu Taiping's other fist had already shot out.
"Bam!"
The punch struck Tieniu's head, smashing his large skull apart.
"Second Brother!"
Iron Lion was utterly enraged at the sight.
His eyes became bloodshot, blood mist churned around him, and his thick leg swept like a