The man let out a roar, spinning his whole body as he retreated, his right leg slashing down diagonally, sweeping towards Lao Jiu's chest.
Lao Jiu let out a cold snort, his eyes filled with murderous intent narrowing frigidly, his body shook violently, and he charged forward with light steps. The Steel Claw drove streaks of silver light, the fierce wind like invisible thin blades directly striking at the man's swinging legs.
Bam, rip! The sound of legs colliding made both of their bodies tremble, the claws simultaneously scratched across the man's back, leaving five blood marks.
After the collision, Lao Jiu flew backward in the air, while the man staggered back a few steps, his right foot digging firmly into the ground to stabilize his stance.
"Get me an appropriate weapon too when you come back!" As if trying to take credit, Lao Jiu looked pitiably at Lao Jiu's cold face.
"Dream on!" Yelu Shou firmly rejected Lao Jiu's request, standing by his side.
