The two were fighting fiercely, and the battle had already reached a white-hot stage. Both parties struck swiftly, their palms clashed, and their internal force violently dispersed in all directions, causing those nearby to be affected and violently thrown outward. Seeing that the situation was not favorable, Hongzhao immediately pulled her elder sister behind her to shield her from the impact.
In just an instant, a cloud of dust filled the air, making it impossible to open one's eyes.
Hongzhao raised her hand to shield her eyes, her temples' hair blowing chaotically.
Amidst the dusty air, Xiao Pingfeng stood alone atop the unicorn statue, his gaze coldly fixed on Song Huaxu, who had retreated three steps.
"If the National Master knows what's good for him, I will show mercy and allow you to keep your entire body."
Blood slowly oozed from the corner of Song Huaxu's lips. He raised the back of his hand to wipe it away, holding his chest with his other hand.
