Boom!
A deafening sound rang out.
The two figures were sent flying in different directions. In mid-air, Qin Hao spat out a mouthful of blood, dyeing his chest red. This was the first time he had vomited blood since the battle began, immediately causing a wave of exclamations.
On the other side, Qin Yuan also retreated through the air, stumbling back several hundred feet. His arm had been deformed, bending into an unbelievable arc.
Apparently, the clash with Qin Hao had not left him unscathed either. His body had suffered minor injuries, though he did not spit blood. Still, only he knew the true severity of his wounds.
"It's only been a few years. How could you have grown to this level?" Qin Yuan's brow furrowed slightly.
