Once he entered this range, he was certain he could kill his opponent, and his heart settled completely.
"So unaware... looks like an inexperienced fool. In that case, become a dead soul in my palm!"
One moment, he had worn a welcoming smile; the next, soaring blood baleful intent erupted.
Beneath the bloody glow, a withered palm shot forth and grabbed at the cultivator of unknown origin before it.
At the same time, he darted swiftly backward.
This was Lu Changming's usual tactic: attack while widening the distance between himself and his opponent. That way, he could advance to attack or retreat to flee, leaving himself ample room to maneuver.
Smack!
The Blood Hand caught that figure dead on.
"Good! I got him!"
Lu Changming's eyes lit up at the sight, and he silently cheered. His hands rapidly formed seals, and the Blood Hand suddenly tightened its grip.
With a wet squelch, it crushed the newcomer's body to pieces.
Yet in the very next instant, Lu Changming's expression changed drastically.
He had not sensed any fresh blood energy through the Blood Hand. This meant that what he had crushed was not the man's true body!
"Damn it! An expert!"
The moment Lu Changming sensed something wrong, he prepared to turn and flee. But Yang Yuanhong's fist was faster than his movements by a fraction.
Bang!
With a single punch, Lu Changming was blasted back more than thirty meters.
"What kind of damned strength is this?!"
Though he had not fallen, the force of that punch had already penetrated his body, making his Qi Meridians ache and swell as cracks began to appear in several places.
He had cultivated the Dao for decades and had fought formidable martial cultivators before, but this was the first time he had encountered strength as