Mu Chenyun howled in pain like an aged and trapped lone wolf, not only because of the acute pain coming from his heel, but even more so because he didn’t have any chance of getting revenge on Lin Xi’s mockery.

The blood that continuously poured out from the ruptured wound on his back and the scorching heat from his inner organs, together with the intense pain from his heel let him understand that there was no chance to flee again. After releasing a wild beast-like roar, he forcibly turned his body, a foot stepping on the ground, an elbow smashing fiercely at Jiang Xiaoyi’s head.

Right at this time, Lin Xi already appeared in front of him.

Lin Xi reached out a hand from his sleeves, tightly gripping a red and green-colored short staff, viciously sending it at his eyes.

The arm Mu Chenyun originally dropped suddenly rose straight up, his palm striking at the short staff in Lin Xi’s hand.

The explosive sound of a bamboo joint exploding suddenly rang through the darkness. The short staff in Lin Xi’s hands rubbed off the flesh on his palm, the blood making his palm and fingers completely wet. However, he instead took a step back, his eyes...