Zhao Wuji watched Tang San pull out a hammer, a trace of disdain crossing his face. What kind of hammer could block my iron fists? Did he think it was the Clear Sky Hammer or something?
Fist and hammer collided, but the shattering sensation Zhao Wuji expected did not come. Instead, a powerful recoil surged into his fist.
His fist seemed to have ideas of its own as it shot straight toward Zhao Wuji's face.
Bang! Zhao Wuji punched himself and sent himself flying tens of meters away.
Tang San was also knocked unconscious by the force.
Off to the side, Dai Mubai and Oscar's eyes nearly fell to the ground. Tang San had actually managed to injure Zhao Wuji.
"Pah."
After a long while, Zhao Wuji got up and spat out a mouthful of bloody foam. Looking at Tang San lying in the distance, he had no idea what to say.
With a bellyful of rage and nowhere to vent it, he turned a hostile gaze toward Little Rabbit and Ning Rongrong not far away.
Ning Rongrong instantly felt every hair on her body tighten.
"Rongrong, hide farther away."
"Huh? Xiao Wu, you still want to fight? Why don't we just admit defeat? He's a Soul Saint—this is way too shameless."
Xiao Wu didn't speak. She just smiled and pointed at the incense not far away. There was only the very last thread of it still burning.
Ning Rongrong immediately understood her sister's intention. She gave a wicked little smile and nodded, then crouched with both feet on the ground and burst into a sprint toward the distance. That speed could make Su Bingtian weep and Bolt heartbroken.
Zhao Wuji paid no attention to Ning Rongrong as she ran off. Rubbing his fist, he charged straight at Little Rabbit.