Xiaoo Sanshi staggered back three steps. He felt a violent surge of Primordial Qi invade his body, a sharp pain blossomed in his chest, and his face twisted in agony.
"Hah!"
Just then, Huang Zhentian exploded into action again. He struck with a palm that seemed to carry the force of a collapsing mountain, powerful enough to shatter the heavens and the earth.
Seeing Huang Zhentian attack once more, Xiaoo Sanshi had no choice but to brace himself and raise his palm to meet the blow.
BOOM! BANG!
Xiaoo Sanshi's body was sent flying backward like a paper kite. He crashed heavily to the ground, tumbling for fifty or sixty feet and leaving a trail of blood dozens of feet long.
Sprawled on the ground with blood trickling from his mouth, Xiaoo Sanshi glared at Huang Zhentian. He clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and muttered, "Taiyi Pavilion, you've gone too far!"
