At the sight of the black-clad youth's punch, Huang Xiao's pupils abruptly contracted. He knew this fist technique all too well-the Heavenly Demon Subduing Tiger Fist!
No, there seem to be some differences. Only upon closer inspection did Huang Xiao notice that the technique differed somewhat from the Heavenly Demon Subduing Tiger Fist.
Still, Huang Xiao now knew that the black-clad youth's technique had certainly evolved from the Heavenly Demon Subduing Tiger Fist. Moreover, the power he displayed surpassed Huang Xiao's own fourth layer of force. Clearly, he had cultivated this fist technique to an extremely high level.
After all, the Heavenly Demon Subduing Tiger Fist had seven layers of force. If Huang Xiao mastered the technique completely, its power would naturally surpass that of the black-clad youth's fully mastered technique.
The Heavenly Demon Subduing Tiger Fist had been the Heavenly Demon Sect's most formidable fist technique back then, so Huang Xiao had that confidence.
"Go help Hu Wen!" Lin Zhenhou gritted his teeth, then darted forward to block Lü Yiran's path.
But this rash interception earned him a palm strike from Lü Yiran. Although he dispelled most of the palm force in time, a trickle of blood still seeped from the corner of his mouth. He had suffered a slight injury.
Fang Rongcheng did not hesitate either. He swiftly circled around Lü Yiran and sped toward Hu Wen.
Lü Yiran had not expected Lin Zhenhou to do this. He was actually willing to suffer an injury to stop him.
In truth, under Lin Zhenhou and Fang Rongcheng's joint assault, Lü Yiran had barely had any chance to fight back. But the situation on Hu Wen's side had clearly distracted Lin Zhenhou somewhat.
Lü Yiran had naturally noticed the situation on Hu Wen's side as well, and he muttered inwardly,