Fang Bai stood in place with a smile, his expression unchanging and his figure motionless, clad in white clothes as pure as snow, unblemished, as if he had never moved a hand.
On the other hand, Gui Hongzhi had been forced to step back a full thirty feet, the hard ground ploughed into a half-foot deep trench by the heels of his boots.
Gui Hongzhi's face flushed crimson as he tried to forcibly suppress the surging blood qi in his chest, but ultimately he could not hold back and with a "puh," he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
His spitting out blood turned out to be a good thing; had he suppressed it forcibly, it would have caused even greater injury.
Seeing the Sect Master injured, the disciples of the "Guiyuan Sect" immediately became agitated, crowding around Gui Hongzhi and casting hostile glances at Fang Bai.
