The gang wind mixed with flames made popping sounds, shattering the main hall's doors, roof tiles, and pillars into powder and burning them clean.
"Now is the moment!"
Li Ping'an immediately tightened his grip on the Hundred Plays Steel Rod, timed it perfectly, and aimed at the undefended waist of Zuo Qianhu, hurling it with fifty percent of his strength.
To everyone's eyes, a yellow streak shot straight towards Zuo Qianhu's waist, and only then did they hear a whoosh, indicating just how fast Li Ping'an's throw was.
After a clang, there was a thump, and the Bright Armor on the unsuspecting Zuo Qianhu, who was focused solely on combating Yiye Zhiqiu, shattered in response, followed by a painful grunt from his waist. He spat blood, bore the intense pain, withdrew his moves to prevent his hands from being chopped off by the gang wind, and then groaned and fell to the ground.
"Sneaking an attack, such an act is not honorable and upright!"
