But the Grand Master paid no heed, charging forward once more. His twin hammers whipped through the air, aimed low. He wasn't trying to kill the National Preceptor—he just wanted to shatter its kneecaps and impede its movement.
"Bastard!" The National Preceptor choked on its rage. It could already hear Su Zhou rapidly approaching from behind. And now it was facing the Grand Master, who was partially immune to its Thunder Technique, yet its own brute force wasn't enough to instantly kill a Martial Artist who was nearly a Grandmaster.
The National Preceptor was a veteran of countless battles and extremely decisive. It immediately bit through the tip of its tongue, spitting the blood out to draw a talisman with its qi. In an instant, an incomparably pure stream of Innate Blood Qi transformed into a Thunder Technique, blasting the Grand Master into the air. The Thunder Resistance Rings embedded in his flesh were useless; his body, charred black, went tumbling down the mountain path!
