"Kill!"—
The Shuiyue Sect leader waved his hand, leading dozens of people to charge toward Wang Yuyan and Murong Qingqing.
At the moment Jiang Dali's body was lifted by Mao Zishui's strange attracting palm force, he felt a momentary stiffness and impediment, his True Qi hesitated slightly in circulation.
Just then, Mo Zizhu moved like a civet, his body light, his movements almost weightless as he attacked.
His pores were all closed, even his body heat did not leak out, his heavy claws pointing and tearing toward the major acupoints around Dali's body.
A terribly sinister and brutal Gang Qi accompanied by a ten-zhang Heaven and Earth Power surged in.
Almost at the same time, Miao Yin let out a delicate shout, suddenly flipped her fingers over the zither strings, pulling them back like drawing a bow and shooting an arrow, creating a heart-stopping arc, and shooting out a soul-shaking note.
Heavenly Dragon Eight Sounds!!
With a bang!
