The heavy rain poured down. Li Huowang's body trembled uncontrollably as he knelt on one knee, gasping for breath.
Not only had the nearly-healed wounds on his body burst open again, but several new ones had appeared. He was badly hurt.
The one who killed Princess An Ping was no common cultivator. The Daoist that Ji Lin had found was exceptionally strong, almost on par with Master Danyang. His mysterious and unpredictable Thunder Technique was especially terrifying, but fortunately, Li Huowang was no longer the same man he had once been.
Peng Longteng lifted a blood-stained rockery high above her head and slammed it down with full force onto the nearly-dead beggar Daoist on the ground.
With the ground shuddering violently, the Daoist's entire body splattered everywhere, like a watermelon smashed by a giant hammer.
Yet even this didn't seem enough to vent her anger. In the pouring rain, Peng Longteng hammered the blood-soaked rockery onto the corpse again and again.
