Ying Wuchang took a deep breath, forcibly roused his true qi, and unleashed the sonic martial skill, Demonic Dragon Roar.
This martial art resembled the Lion's Roar and could use sound waves to shake enemies into injury.
Roar! Roar! Roar!
Mr. Hong was shaken into coughing up blood, and the Sunny Day Sword Qi retreated another three or four meters.
With a rumbling crash, the entire mountaintop seemed to quake. Trees swayed, while sand and stones flew.
Though Lin Feng was farther away, his eardrums still ached from the shock. His steps turned unsteady, and he could barely remain standing. The attack in his hands came to a halt.
Senior Sister Yue'e placed a hand on Lin Feng's back, helping him steady himself.
"Junior Brother, stop always attacking his groin.
"You can strike his vital points instead—the Shanzhong, Guanyuan, or Qihai."
Lin Feng suddenly came to his senses.
That's right. This guy had clamped his legs together. I could attack other parts of his body, so why had I fixated on his groin?
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Bang, bang, bang!
Ying Wuchang's Body Protection Qi was shattered, and he could not condense it again anytime soon.
Though his physical body was powerful, several major acupoints on his body had suffered consecutive blows, disrupting the circulation of his true qi.
The Demonic Dragon Roar was interrupted, and the Wuchang Demonic Shadow behind him dimmed by several degrees.
Mr. Hong seized the opportunity and fiercely thrust both palms forward.
"Kill!"
The Sunny Day Sword Qi destroyed the Soul-Snatching Lock.
Ying Wuchang was an old hand in the martial world as well, and he reacted in time.
He suddenly clasped his hands together. The hands of the Wuchang Demonic Shadow behind him likewise slammed together in the middle, catching Mr. Hong's Sunny Day Sword