When the one-eyed young man spotted Chu Xisheng and his companion, his eye narrowed slightly, revealing a glint of cold light.
"Who are you?"
Holding a wolf-toothed, ring-pommeled saber, he cautiously laid the blade across his chest in a defensive stance.
Only ten breaths earlier, the one-eyed young man had contacted this squad of White Cloud Stronghold elites through voice-transmitting artifacts.
These two had disposed of all eight elite mounted bandits in that brief instant. They were anything but weak.
"You have some nerve. You knew White Cloud Stronghold and the Bloodwind Bandits were conducting business here, yet you still dared to barge in-"
Just then, the one-eyed young man saw Chu Yunyun's slight figure appear before his eyes as though she had blinked into existence.
The next instant, the head of his companion, whose cultivation had reached the seventh rank, burst apart, smashed to fragments by Chu Yunyun's fair fist.
As the red and white bits of flesh scattered through the air, the one-eyed young man's pupil contracted to a pinprick.
His blade flashed as he threw all his strength into intercepting Chu Yunyun's fists.
His opponent's blows were as heavy as mountains. Every punch he blocked drove him back five steps, sending tremors through every limb, bone, and organ.
Strangely, however, despite her tremendous strength, her fists contained no True Essence at all.
That was very odd. Even masters who devoted themselves solely to tempering their bodies should have begun generating astral essence from the outside inward once they reached this level.
After the twelfth punch, a burst of blood suddenly erupted from the one-eyed young man's left shoulder.
Chu Yunyun's fist grazed past it, pulverizing his collarbone along with the surrounding flesh.
But the one-eyed young man also used the injury to put distance between them, retreating