The bloody haze dispersed.
Lian Youming's pupils contracted with it, for the old bastard had clasped his hands into a hammer and was charging straight at him, already upon him. There was no dodging it now.
This strike seemed to hold the momentum of a hundred moves, likely a killing move the man had honed for decades. Once unleashed, it was bound to shake heaven and earth.
Facing the imminent prospect of having his heart and lungs shattered and dying on the spot, Lian Youming felt cold all over.
However many thoughts raced through his mind, he had no options left at this moment.
The old bastard was terrifyingly powerful, his attainment in the Martial Way far too lofty. With the medicine's effects fading as well, Lian Youming had the will to kill his enemy but no strength to turn things around. It seemed he, too, would become a skeleton left to lie far from home in this Demon-Slaying Battle.
Yet faced with this desperate peril, Lian Youming raised his right fist once more.
"As long as I have one last breath left, I..."
The thought flashed through his mind, his expression savage. But before resolve could even rise in his eyes, a force suddenly came from the great iron chest behind him-an unusual force, not particularly mighty, even somewhat weak, yet it struck him like lightning.
Heavenly Dipper Strength.
Who would have thought thunder sound could still be drawn down into these deep waters?
Chen Baihu's strength.
Lian Youming's whole heart trembled. His stiff, numb body suddenly jolted, as though instantly breaking free of shackles and regaining movement. Watching the oncoming Three Emperors Cannon Hammer, his eyes stretched wide, and his body shifted a few inches to the side like a pendulum.
Intent before action.
It was all thanks