He had actually been sent flying?
He had actually been sent flying by a single punch!
How was that possible!
The bewilderment and fury in Kou Qingtong's eyes turned into a wildfire and began to burn wildly!
He let out a beastlike howl, sprang from the ground, and kicked off the stone wall of Ying Tian Gate, flying back into the Imperial Palace!
With a thump, the stones and dust in that straight trench leaped into the air.
Ying Tian Gate cracked and creaked, slowly beginning to collapse, while that mass of cloud drifted into the sky.
Kou Qingtong returned even faster than he had gone.
He reached his right hand toward the sky, tore down a swath of Morning Glow, turned it into a sheet of bloody light, and smashed it down.
Lian Sanyue's sleeves fluttered lightly, sweeping down a patch of cloud and turning it into a skyful of flowers that rose to meet it.
Every streak of blood in that bloody light was Kou Qingtong's fist.
Every flower in that sea of flowers was Lian Sanyue's fist.
Fist met fist.
Killing intent clashed with killing intent.
The dawn clouds shone upon the sea of flowers.
An extraordinary red.
Blood red. (Ghost face)
Lian Sanyue and Kou Qingtong could no longer be seen in Imperial Palace Square; only raging winds and bloody vapor surging into the sky remained visible.
Thunder rang out again, then continued without pause.
Waves of air swept up gravel and hurled it against the palace walls, making sharp pattering sounds like a torrential rain.
The vermilion palace walls, their plaster already peeling, were instantly riddled with holes, looking as wretched as a beach after the rain.
The gravel, like rain and arrows, also assailed the palace halls. The ministers hurried back inside,