In the midst of the dense fog, after a strike, the base of his palm split open, bleeding profusely, and blood soaked the sword hilt.
Even as a peak late-stage True Qi realm martial artist, challenging two great masters by himself left him overtaxed, nearly blasting Ye Qiu away.
However, the blackened Ye Qiu didn't even grimace. The pain seemed trivial, and his expression suddenly unchanged, he slashed out once more.
The Sword Qi, amidst the fog, simultaneously targeted Bai Xiong and Ju Lu.
"Still coming? You're courting death." Bai Xiong was the first to charge forward, spreading his fingers wide open. Mighty beast-man strength coursed through his fingers. With a metallic clang, he tore through the Sword Qi with one hand, his fingers unscathed, radiating golden light.
