A chill ran through Xu Wuyi's heart as he drifted back once more.
But Chu Shanhe gave him no respite.
His right fist missed. He spun with the momentum, his left leg cleaving down like a war axe. Blood-red patterns condensed along his shin, forming a dark-red blade of energy that ripped through the void!
Xu Wuyi flicked his spear upward, the tip clashing with the leg-blade.
"BOOM!"
A shockwave erupted. Xu Wuyi's form dipped slightly, and a ripple spread across the void beneath his feet.
Chu Shanhe's assault shifted again. His fists flew like a torrential storm—fists, palms, elbows, knees…
Every part of his body had become a weapon. Every blow was heavy as a mountain, and combined with his peerless Martial Arts, his assault was as relentless as a tsunami.
Xu Wuyi was completely on the defensive.
He was forced to push the Eight-direction Soul Suppressing Spear to its absolute limit, its afterimages forming a screen that staunchly defended the three-foot radius around him.
