"Damn that Huang Wenpeng!"
Ignoring his old internal injuries, Fang Heting drove Penglai Misty Steps to its limit and raced in the direction Wei Sheng had fled.
I hope there's still time!
Several breaths later.
Fang Heting arrived near the Dark Alley.
He happened to see Wei Sheng facing Chong Xuanhu, advancing rather than retreating, and striking first.
"Don't-"
Anxiety filled Fang Heting's face, and he was about to shout a warning.
But the next second.
His arm abruptly froze in midair.
"Kree!"
A clear, piercing crane's cry suddenly echoed in his ears and across the sky above the entire Dark Alley.
"This-"
Fang Heting's pupils contracted sharply. "Crane Shadow Floating in the Sky at Perfection? White Crane True Intention?!!"
"What?!"
Chong Xuanhu was equally caught off guard, but he was a Martial Arts Master, after all. Sensing danger, he swiftly moved his vital points out of the way and swung his right arm across his body. At the same time, a mass of blood mist formed layer upon layer of crimson barriers before him.
"Bang!!"
The fist landed, shattering the barriers one after another. Chong Xuanhu was blasted dozens of meters away before he barely managed to steady himself.
His right arm hung limply.
He had clearly suffered a severe injury.
But what shocked him more than his injuries was-
"True Intention? You actually mastered True Intention?!"
Chong Xuanhu stared at Wei Sheng in disbelief!
Someone who mastered True Intention at the Twelve Refinements was as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns, not just in Black Mountain City, but throughout Sishui Prefecture.
Wei Sheng stared at Chong Xuanhu's injured right arm and frowned slightly.
I actually failed to blast it apart?!
Noticing his gaze, Chong Xuanhu snorted. "You think your mere entry-level True Intention can hurt this Deputy