This left Xiang He, who was flying backward, greatly alarmed. Another tremendous force transmitted through his defenses, making it impossible for him to control his body as he retreated.
His entire body flew sideways. The spiritual power within him churned like frightened rats scurrying in every direction, leaving him short of breath, tight in the chest, and suffocated by indescribable agony.
Once Zi Kun made a move, he was like a driving storm. He did not retract the arm he had thrown out; instead, his body abruptly pitched forward as he flew.
At the same time, he used his body to drive his force, his flaming right arm instantly bending at the elbow and thrusting forward. As the elbow shot out, violet flames at its tip fiercely gathered, and tremendous power converged there in an instant.
"Boom!"
His elbow struck the tail end of the vajra pestle once again. The violet flames from his palm to his forearm were like a head suddenly drenched in burning oil, their blaze abruptly exploding upward.
Zi Kun's assault had not ended. His body transformed into a streak of violet lightning, and his already forward-leaning form suddenly crashed sideways with his shoulder.
"Thud!"
As his right shoulder surged forward, his body dragged a phantom trail of violet flame behind it and slammed into the tail end of the vajra pestle again. By now, the violet flames over his entire right arm had surged skyward.
They directly swallowed half of Zi Kun's body in flames, making him look like a towering fireman clad in violet blaze on one side, imposing beyond measure.
A fourth thunderous explosion erupted. Everything had happened within merely two breaths, Zi Kun's four consecutive strikes flowing together in one seamless sweep.
Zi Kun's assault came crashing down like rolling thunder. At