"Supreme Killing Intent!"
"Ha!"
The muscles of Hong Tiangui's back bunched. Watching the fist hurtling toward him, he narrowed his eyes, planted both feet firmly, and threw a punch of his own without dodging.
Hung Fist.
Their fists met in midair. The muscles throughout Lian Youming's arm visibly shuddered, and veins swiftly bulged from his fist edge, soon spreading halfway up his arm.
Hong Tiangui smiled cruelly, his feet not shifting an inch.
Lian Youming's upper body reeled backward, yet he did not retreat. Borrowing the recoil, he flipped through the air, and the instant his feet landed in their original positions, he smashed out another punch.
"Junior Sister Xu..."
Seeing Xu Baishi toppled in a pool of blood, Yang Shuang endured her injuries and hurried over to check on her.
Fortunately, Xu Baishi rolled over and steadied herself. Only her shoulder was wounded.
But then she looked at the others.
Feng Xiong was the most badly injured. Not only had one eye been blinded, but he had over a dozen wounds of varying sizes across his body. Blood streamed from him, his lips and teeth clenched tightly shut. He was truly a gruesome sight. Yet his other hand still braced his heavy sword against the ground; he had intercepted quite a few hidden weapons for the others earlier.
Zhang Weiyi was deathly pale. He opened his mouth, but could not utter a word for a long time.
With his form and spirit destroyed, there would be no hope of further progress.
Zhao Danxia clutched her abdomen, her face equally bloodless.
Both inheritors of the Yue Maiden Sword were now wounded.
Over on the Baji Sect's side, one person lay dead on the spot, his face studded with hidden weapons and throwing darts.
Several others had also fallen in