That punch struck Lian Youming's spine, but it also used the force of the Taiji Hammer Method to batter his entire body.
It should have killed him, but a flash of blade light flew out of the Hall of Supreme Harmony.
No, it was not blade light. It was a wisp of internal breath, a strand of internal qi so keen and fierce it pierced the heavens, its killing intent earthshaking. Condensed like a blade, it swept across and thrust between the two with irresistible momentum, like a strange peak rising abruptly from the earth.
Brilliant as a star, swift as a meteor.
It slashed toward the ambusher's fist.
"The Immortal-Slaying Flying Dagger?"
The man seemed to recognize the move and feared it greatly. With a furious roar, he abruptly turned his fist and poured more strength into it.
Before anyone else could see clearly, a muffled boom like thunder erupted over the open ground.
Boom!
A ghostly figure suddenly sprang out from among the ranks of soldiers. The sleeve on his right arm shredded inch by inch, and his right hand trembled uncontrollably. Almost stripped to the white bone, the back of his hand had nearly been pierced through.
Lian Youming, meanwhile, was hurled sideways, his fate unknown.
"You're not getting away!"
Li Da shouted in a deep voice, furious and alarmed.
Gong Wuer, Situ Wudi, and Chen Babai also darted closer.
Only when they focused their eyes did they see a rather ordinary-looking figure in a green military uniform. But anyone with a discerning eye could tell he was in disguise.
There was no need to think about it. He must have slipped into the ranks along the way.
A Mystic Connection Old Monster was already elusive and rarely seen. If one deliberately concealed himself solely to