Just as their attacks were about to collide,
a loud shout erupted from outside the arena, accompanied by the sound of a woman’s pained and suppressed groan.
Li Chenzhou’s previously indomitable and ferocious fist suddenly trembled. At the sound of that pained female voice, seemingly suppressed to its utmost, his entire skeleton had already turned bone-chillingly cold, joint by joint.
But it was too late.
A thunderous crash broke the silence!
The crash ca from his very bones!
Li Chenzhou’s tall and burly fra shook violently, his arm snapped, and his ribs crackled in succession, shattered completely, nearly dislocating his internal organs with the force of the palm.
Yet, his imdiate reaction was not to strike back or to retreat, but to turn his head in horror to look in the direction from which the voice had co.
Pain!
Pain throughout his entire body.
But he had already disregarded it at that mont.
Fury!
A raging fury,
poised to rise from his chest like ferocious flas.
He saw the woman who had just called out, a woman with four daggers sticking out of her body.
The woman’s eyes shimred with tears, yet she looked at him with eyes full of heartache and self-reproach as if she’d completely forgotten about the four daggers impaled in her.
"Chenzhou..."
Li Chenzhou was almost split with rage, coughing up fresh blood, "Little Rong’er..."
"Zhu Shunshui!"
Jiang Dali barked coldly, his eyes flashing like lightning as he fiercely turned toward the towering figure that had suddenly appeared and bound Zhao Shirong, his voice rolling thunderously with icy authority, "Who allowed you to interfere in the village chief’s battle?!"
These two questions were far from trivial, their very Qi Movent shaking the Dantian and echoing around, pressing down on the din of the fight until it quieted.
Even Zhu Shunshui, who had just revealed a smug smile, was shaken, his Blood Qi surging and his complexion changing dramatically, "I... Master Jiang, you had dealings with before, have you forgotten?"
Jiang Dali responded coldly, "Those who have dealt with call themselves Zhu the Great King. Are you Zhu the Great King?!"
Zhu Shunshui quickly puffed out his chest and laughed heartily, "That would indeed be , Master Jiang, you sure have a sense of humor! Back on Wuliang Mountain..."
"As you impersonate Zhu the Great King, you may as well die too!"
Jiang Dali’s words cut short Zhu Shunshui’s speech, causing his complexion to change drastically as he sensed danger.
Boom!!
Jiang Dali’s golden body, like an enraged dragon, tore through the air with a piercing screech.
"No, no... wait..."
In a split second, Zhu Shunshui’s breath choked, and he cried out before throwing Zhao Shirong aside and launching a claw attack!
Though it was a re claw strike, each finger targeted different acupoints on Jiang Dali’s body.
However, there was a clanging explosion!
Zhu Shunshui felt his claw strike an iron mountain, rushing fiercely toward him, and all his fingers, including his palm, burst apart.
A palm enveloped in dense Qi smacked the air, compressing it tight, and struck his head in an instant.
Crack!!
His neck emitted a twisting pain as his bones shattered.
Zhu Shunshui’s vision darkened, his head’s bones compressed into his brain, and he was sent flying.
Shockwaves rippled out, and a fierce wind kicked up dust from the ground all around.
Jiang Dali’s iron-like foot stamped the ground, leaving a deep footprint.
His eyelids slightly lifted as he looked down at the barely breathing Zhao Shirong.
"Little Rong’er..."
A mad shadow, staggering and coughing blood, suddenly ca from behind and collapsed next to Zhao Shirong.
His complexion was pale as paper, sweat mingled with blood streaming down his face like bird claws, blood dripping continuously from the corner of his mouth, unmistakably the greatly distressed Li Chenzhou...
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