A'Da charged up to Lin Lang in a single stride, his right hand reaching for Lin Lang's shoulder.
He had practiced the Mighty Vajra Finger for twenty years. The fingers of both his hands could tear gold and rend iron; this strike alone could cripple Lin Lang.
Afterward, he would gouge out this Jinyiwei's eyes in front of the princess and let him learn the price of offending her!
Lin Lang turned slightly sideways, easily evading A'Da's attack, then struck like lightning, tapping A'Da's wrist.
"Aah!"
A'Da screamed. His right wrist felt as though it had snapped.
Without waiting for Zhao Min's orders, A'Er and A San immediately charged forward.
The three brothers had grown up together and entered Western Regions Shaolin together. Seeing their eldest brother injured, they rushed to his aid without hesitation.
"Good! Just one really wasn't enough to satisfy me."
Bitter-Headed Monk frowned and held his sword across Zhao Min's front. "Princess, leave, quickly. We're no match for him."
Zhao Min shook her head slightly. "Why should we leave? Two Elders of Xuanming, join in."
She truly had not expected Lin Lang to be so formidable. Did the Great Ming court actually have so many experts?
But no matter how strong his martial arts were, could he withstand her Ten-Fragrance Softening Tendon Powder?
The Two Elders of Xuanming had already sprinkled the Ten-Fragrance Softening Tendon Powder onto their weapons. After a few exchanges, this Jinyiwei's limbs would weaken, leaving him at her mercy.
He Biweng and Lu Zhangke charged forward, brandishing their weapons, and Lin Lang drew the sword from his back.
Only five opponents. At Blackwood Cliff, he had faced attacks from fifteen or twenty at once.
Although all three foreign monks were Grandmasters who had opened their Ren and Du Meridians, and the Two