"Successors?"
The God of Tai Sui pressed both fists down, forcing Lian Youming and Xue Hen back step by step through sheer strength alone. Their bodies sank lower until they could barely straighten their backs.
Watching the two struggle to hold on, this old-era martial artist sneered with utter contempt. "You think you deserve to call yourselves successors? The world really has changed."
"Now this is satisfying!"
Xue Hen was stubborn and ill-tempered. Holding his fists firm, he gritted his teeth at those words, gathered his breath with a thunderous roar, and alternated his fists in a rapid barrage against the God of Tai Sui's right fist.
Lian Youming said nothing either. He pushed his Cotton Palm across, wrapping the fist with his palm and frantically using spiraling force to dissipate his opponent's terrifying, overwhelming strength.
Amid the wind and rain, Situ Wudi, who had been sent flying backward, lightly pressed one palm against the ground and used the leverage to flip into the air. A piercing crane's cry rang from his mouth. Secretly gathering power in his Crane Beak Hand, he darted forward again, one hand forming a Crane Beak and the other a Snake Form. It was the killing move known as Snake Leads the Crane.
Beside him, Gong Wuer spread her arms like a swallow soaring through the sky, leaping and wheeling into a swift rush. In the blink of an eye, she flashed behind the God of Tai Sui, her five fingers curling inward like a dragon's claw, tendons and bones starkly visible, and seized viciously at the vertebrae at the back of his neck.
Her finger force pierced the air and cut through the wind and rain. Just as she was about to catch the spinal dragon that kept surging and releasing power, her fingers