"Cough, cough..."
Lian Youming twisted in the air and dropped sharply, coughing blood, yet a savage look of satisfaction spread across his face.
Mr. Corpse's face was dark enough to drip water. He retreated several steps, his chest and abdomen already trembling, his Adam's apple working as though he wanted to spit out the pill. But it dissolved on contact with water, and with Lian Youming's throat-sealing punch, it had long since gone down with his internal breath.
Even so, Mr. Corpse forced a mass of foul blood up from his guts. He was about to spit it out, and it had just reached his throat and tongue, when a figure suddenly lunged right up to him.
A divine radiance burst from Lian Youming's eyes, gleaming as brilliantly as a divine blade leaving its sheath, meeting his opponent's gaze head-on. His blood-drenched right hand locked tightly around Mr. Corpse's throat with Azure Dragon Clawing.
The man had already discharged most of his internal breath, and now a deadly poison had entered his stomach. If he dared to channel his power, the poison would spread throughout his body in an instant. Who knew how much of his strength remained?
Sure enough, in just a breath or two, Mr. Corpse's lips began turning blue, the nail of his index finger reddened, and an unprecedented look of alarm appeared on his face.
"Get away!"
With a furious roar, Mr. Corpse thrust both palms out repeatedly, hammering Lian Youming's chest.
Bang, bang, bang...
Lian Youming likewise pressed a palm against his chest, driving Soft Jin into his chest and abdomen to activate the poison.
As they exchanged blows, he tumbled and rolled more than ten meters across the ground.
Mr. Corpse finally spat out the foul blood in his throat.
He opened his mouth