He Shiyou flew into a rage, his hands trembling, transforming into the sharp claws of an eagle.
He leapt into the air, his arms crossed in front of his chest, claws sweeping out left and right, a murderous intent boiling over.
The cloaked figure on the horse in front of him vanished.
A towering shadow appeared before him, like a ghostly apparition.
He Shiyou’s breath caught, his hair whipped up by the fierce wind and flung backwards.
Immediately after, his arms sunk!
The slashing eagle claws suddenly couldn’t move!
He Shiyou exclaimed in shock, his heart pounding violently, and when he looked down, his pupils couldn’t help but constrict.
He had just discovered that his wrists were firmly caught by two large hands.
A tremendous force descended, and He Shiyou was forcefully pushed back to the ground.
He Shiyou’s body shook, his feet plunging into the earth like they were rooting, sinking deep into the mud.
He Shiyou’s face filled with horror, his vision shaking as he met a pair of cold, chilling eyes.
"A mere ninety thousand catties of qi strength, what are you being arrogant about!"
Fang Zhixing scoffed coldly, pressing his hands forward.
Unable to bear the pressure, He Shiyou’s expression twisted, legs trembling and bending as he knelt on the ground, paying a grand salute to Fang Zhixing.
He Shiyou’s three companions were greatly shocked, stunned and incredulous.
They first drew a sharp breath, then scrambled over to help.
Fang Zhixing’s lips curled up; he swung He Shiyou around like a windmill before letting go and throwing him.
He Shiyou collided with one of his companions with a monkey face and they both flew backward, crashing into a nearby tree.
The tree shook violently and fell, its leaves scattering in the air.
Fang Zhixing turned around just as a burly youth charged at him.
The youth’s arms swelled as he pounced, his eagle claw stabbing fiercely from above.
Fang Zhixing was unimpressed, throwing a punch.
The punch struck like a dragon with even faster speed, hitting the youth in his stomach before he could react.
The terrifying punch was unstoppable, crushing everything in its path.
The size of a sandbag, the fist punched straight through the youth’s stomach as if it were piercing through paper.
Bloodied, the fist burst out his back, entrails scattering about like streamers.
The youth coughed up a large mouthful of blood, his eyes rapidly dimming.
The remaining youth with a goat beard felt his heart drop. He had charged up close, witnessing his brother’s stomach being penetrated.
Blood and flesh rained on him, covering his body.
The bloody fist was now pointed straight at him!
In that moment, unspeakable fear flooded his heart. He came to a screeching halt, gaping at the cloaked figure.
Fang Zhixing shook off the corpse and stood, his bloodstained arm appearing even more formidable.
The youth with the goat beard instinctively backed away, goosebumps all over.
"Is everyone in the Flying Eagle Sect as pathetic as you?"
Fang Zhixing stepped forward, his hand reaching out fast as lightning, and grabbed the top of the youth’s head.
Utterly baffled, the goat-bearded youth couldn’t dodge in time.
Fang Zhixing gripped his scalp and slammed it to the ground!
The youth’s world spun as his face smashed into the earth.
Another body lay on the ground, its head smashed to smithereens, dead beyond doubt.
At this moment, He Shiyou had just gotten up, only to witness the goat-bearded youth’s horrific death, his pupils shaking violently as his fear amplified.
Without another thought, he scrambled to his feet and ran, his legs pumping furiously.
He didn’t even care about the monkey-faced youth he’d left behind.
All he wanted now was to escape with his life.
Suddenly, a fierce wind from behind struck him, chilling the back of his neck and raising goosebumps all over.
In panic, He Shiyou rolled on the ground, sweeping his eagle claw behind him.
The air twisted with the motion of his claw, dust kicking up behind him.
However, there was nothing behind him.
He Shiyou was momentarily stunned, looking around, but he found no trace of the cloaked figure.
"Brother, behind you..."
Just then, He Shiyou’s last remaining companion, the one with the monkey face, woozily staggered to his feet, and on seeing the situation, couldn’t help but shout desperately.
He Shiyou shivered and twisted his body sharply, only to see a fist rapidly enlarging in his vision.
In haste, He Shiyou raised his right hand to shield his face.
He Shiyou’s head snapped back, his body flying backward and crashing once again into the monkey-faced youth.
The monkey-faced youth, unable to cry from distress, received the brunt of the impact and let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.
They became entangled and rolled around on the ground for a dozen circles before coming to a stop.
Before they could get up, a pair of large feet descended from the sky, thundering onto the ground.
Struggling, He Shiyou lifted his head; his nose was deeply indented into his face, blood gushing, his visage was gruesome.
If not for his enhanced defense and shielding Fang Zhixing’s punch with his hand, he might have died right then.
He looked at his right hand, and saw the bones were completely broken, twisted and deformed like it had been smashed by a hammer, bloodied beyond recognition.
The monkey-faced youth struggled to rise, but before he could do anything, two large hands clamped his head from both sides, lifting him into the air.