Puchi!
Puchi!
Puchi!
...
A dozen strands of jet-black hair drifted by, slicing through like sharp knives, weaving into a heavenly net, and sweeping past the three of them. Blood instantly blossomed, dyeing the heavenly dome red.
"Ah!"
Xiao Ye let out a muffled groan, beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled down, his face becoming deathly pale. As the leading target, both of his arms were neatly severed by the hair, blood gushed wildly, and the sharp pain swept over him like a tide, causing his vision to blur.
In the face of this hair, Xiao Ye's strong physical body, honed from cultivating a domineering body and the blood qi tide, was rendered useless. Just like an ordinary martial artist, once struck by this hair, he couldn't avoid a grievous injury.
Luckily, the residual medicinal power of the last Golden Luo Fruit in his body rapidly healed his wounds, and the remaining medicinal power was exhausted.
Compared to Xiao Ye, Tang Rou and Huang Taiji didn't fare much better.
