"Ah..."
Ancestor Tianhe killed the boy with a chopping strike of his palm, his disheveled hair flying as he threw back his head and roared.
Severely wounded by a handful of juniors, he was so furious that his breathing came in frantic gasps. His aura surged uncontrollably, making the entire cavern hum.
His robes were in tatters, his white cloak reduced to a few strips. Blood drenched him from the chest down, and even his internal organs were visible.
Even so, when Feng Chun lunged at him again, Ancestor Tianhe threw a sudden punch, caving in Feng Chun's shoulder and exposing blood-soaked splinters of bone.
He An had already unleashed two Immortal-Slaying Fingers. With his true qi exhausted, his body went limp with weakness and his vision darkened.
Ancestor Tianhe had dodged the first strike, leaving He An deeply wary of his speed and footwork. If Dazhi had not used Tortoise-Snake Stillness, the second strike might not have hit him either.
At that thought, He An glanced toward the heavy stone door. He knew that his stocky, chubby brother behind it must also be watching him with his divine sense.
Since mastering the Immortal-Slaying Finger, He An had never used it against an enemy. Although he had known its power should surpass the Spirit-Shocking Finger, he had never imagined it would be this formidable.
Yet against Ancestor Tianhe, who stood in the true martial realm, the outcome remained difficult to predict.
He quietly exhaled and began rapidly circulating his dan foundation, drawing in heaven and earth primordial energy.
By now, Feng Chun's eyes were bloodshot and the veins below his neck bulged. He lunged forward without a thought for anything else.
Ancestor Tianhe threw another punch. Feng Chun did not dodge. The fist shattered his chest and punched straight through.