Thud!
Before Qian Zang could bring down his attack, he slowly lowered his head to look at his abdomen, where Ye Qiu's fist was firmly pressed against it.
Qian Zang could not afford to keep his grasp on Ye Qiu, his hand desperately clutching at the freely flowing blood from his abdomen, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Ye Qiu's strike had nearly destroyed his dantian.
Ah!
Qian Zang bellowed in agony, the punch had been too fierce, dissipating all of Qian Zang's strength since he couldn't draw on his dantian's power at that moment.
Ye Qiu sat on the ground, counterattacking just in time, narrowly escaping death; if he had been a step slower, it would have been his head that was blown open.
Fortunately, he had fooled Qian Zang by feigning weakness, leading the latter to believe that he had no strength left to counterattack.
Indeed, Ye Qiu's True Qi was almost depleted, unable to summon the Flood Dragon Devil Fist and barely withstanding Qian Zang's brutal onslaught.
