"Would've been pretty good, but Yan Yiming and his crew robbed us of everything!" Fatty Xuan's face was flushed with rage, his teeth clenched tight.
"As long as you're alive, that's what matters. Spirit beads can always be hunted again."
"Take them."
"Heh heh, well then, who am I to refuse?"
Fatty Xuan let out a yelp. "Chen Ge, my shoulder blade still hurts something awful. Can you take a look? I think it might be dislocated."
"A dislocated joint — is that really worth making a fuss over? You've got Six-Meridian True Qi and you can't even handle something like this?"
"Heh heh, well, you're here, aren't you?" Fatty Xuan had an awfully thick skin.
"Damn fatty."
In that instant, the Nine-Meridian True Qi inside
Fatty Xuan cried out and stumbled backward, but he was half a beat too slow.
*Boom!*
A fist carrying the profound mystery of four-withering and four-flourishing struck home squarely.
Fatty Xuan's portly body was flung hard against the rock wall, blood gushing from his mouth.
Almost at the exact same moment
The thrust carried no flourish whatsoever — pure killing intent aimed straight at a vital point.
He leaped backward, angling to dodge to the side.
That was when, from the darkness, an unprompted force shot from the void straight toward him.
An arrow!
"True Qi Stream — a True Qi Master?!"
The arrow, streaking like a meteor, slammed into his back with a deafening crash.
The shaft was devastatingly sharp, carrying the full蓄势 strike of a True Qi Master. It should have punched clean through his chest — but it didn't.
The arrow struck
"Ugh—" A mouthful of blood sprayed from his lips.
That tremendous True Qi collision would have shattered the organs of any ordinary fighter. Though the Heavenly Silkworm Giant Whale Soft Armor protected
Spitting blood,
These people before him weren't what
If that arrow struck him again, even if it didn't kill him, it would leave him gravely wounded.
And the opposing side actually had a True Qi Master!
"Who exactly are you people?"
"No good — too much visual obstruction here. I'll have to use the Wind-listening Ear." The Heavenly Eye Divine Pupil couldn't locate the target, so
The Wind-listening Ear could capture the faintest stir of air within a ten-li radius.
East — nothing!
West — nothing!
South — only the sounds of subterranean creatures churning through the swamp. Nothing else!
North.
"North. A True Qi Master-level archer!" Having pinned down his enemy's position,
"
The man who had impersonated
"Die? Even if I go down, I'll drag a few of you with me as company."
"Hmph. That punch of yours barely wounded Old Four at best. Killing him with your high-stage True Qi Realm cultivation? Absolutely impossible."
"Is that so? Then you overestimate your companion's ability to take a hit."
A punch imbued with the profound mystery of the Kurong Shenquan — even if the target was a True Qi Master, a direct hit to the chest meant death. Of that much,