The cold moon hung silent, the autumn wind rustling.
Ye Shirong glared at the figure before the hall with blood-red eyes. With just a slight twist of his right arm, his forearm straightened again, and even the bruised, bloody marks left by the blow visibly faded.
Xie Jinhuan had already witnessed the Demon Path's powers of recovery. Unless he killed one in a single onslaught, he would have to keep fighting until their blood and vitality ran dry. Unsurprised, he merely raised his left hand and beckoned!
Bang-
A fierce wind suddenly swept through the courtyard!
Thoroughly enraged, Ye Shirong drove his blood and vitality to their peak. His thick, muscle-knotted legs stamped hard against the ground, and he lunged like a leaping bullfrog, trailing bloody mist, both hands like ghostly claws:
"Hah-"
The physiques of Demon Path practitioners far surpassed those of other schools. Ordinary people could not possibly react to such a terrifying burst of speed.
But Xie Jinhuan was clearly no ordinary person. Facing the sudden assault, he drew his right foot back and raised the Heavenly Gang Mace, his left hand sliding along its shaft. Invisible force gathered around its thirty-six segments, the sound of it accumulating clearly audible!
Hiss~
Boundless sharpness surged skyward!
Facing that sharpness head-on, Ye Shirong felt as though he were plunging straight toward a heavy cannon ready to fire. Sensing something wrong, he immediately flung himself sideways.
At that same moment, Xie Jinhuan compressed his force to its limit and thrust his mace, his body following the weapon!
Boom-
The towering surge of force swept up flying sand and bloody mist, instantly forming a tornado that pierced the entire courtyard in a blink and struck straight at the demonic figure dodging aside!
Ye Shirong knew Xie Jinhuan had a strong foundation