Bang!
A heavy sound echoed, and Hong Yingquan and Zhou Heng each retreated more than ten steps. The golden light in Zhou Heng's hands had flashed and disappeared, his fists intact and showing no signs of injury.
However, Hong Yingquan was less fortunate; his hands were grotesquely twisted, with a bone piercing through the flesh in his right hand, creating a bloody sight!
What!
In such a head-on confrontation, not only did Zhou Heng not fall into disadvantage, but he even injured Hong Yingquan?
"Hmph!" Hong Yingquan glared at Zhou Heng for a moment, then suddenly turned around and fled, not down the mountain but up!
"Trying to escape?" Zhou Heng's figure burst forward, his Cloud Flying Step floating, as he rapidly pursued Hong Yingquan.
