The power of Qi and blood erupted with a roar, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed out more than ten meters.
Swish!
Suddenly, two cold blades came slashing, one aiming for his neck and the other cleaving towards his back.
The momentum of the blades was astonishing, and the terrifying force pressed towards Lin Zheyu along the edge.
Lin Zheyu spun rapidly, easily avoiding the attacks with his superb Lightweight Skill.
However, just as he escaped the pincer attack, a pitch-black Wolf Fang Club came crashing down on his head.
Bang!
The Wild Bull Fist punched out, the black-silver fist hitting the Wolf Fang Club with a dull sound.
Lin Zheyu felt a tremendous force transmitted through the club, pushing him back two steps.
The opponent didn't fare well either, being knocked back.
Cheep, cheep—
Xiaohei waved its claws excitedly, as if it were the one displaying great might.
"Quiet down."
Lin Zheyu rolled his eyes at it.
