On the central galley of the Gold Sand Water Village.
BOOM!
The violent collision of Qi and Blood was like a rolling peal of thunder, echoing ceaselessly across the river's surface.
A savage light glinted in Yan Gulin's one eye as he swung his barbed, tempered steel arm, creating an impenetrable defense. Each strike descended with the terrifying pressure of a tsunami.
Under the suppression of his Raging Tide aura, Leng Fei and the hunchbacked elder were forced back again and again, finding themselves in constant peril.
"Dammit! How is this old cripple so strong?!"
Leng Fei's face was ashen. The Cold Jade folding fan in his hand was now humming from the impacts, and the web of his thumb had split, trickling blood.
