While Qi Xuanyun was meditating, Luo Zhan said suddenly, “Chen Shaoyu is about to lose.”0

Ye Qing turned around just in time to see Zhuo Henshui sending Chen Shaoyu flying with a punch. 0

Chen Shaoyu was still in the air when Zhuo Henshui took one step forward and appeared beside him like a phantom. Then, she threw another punch.0

In the air, there was nothing Chen Shaoyu could possibly do to dodge the attack. He had no choice but to cross his arms in front of his chest.0

Crack!0

The punch broke his arms and caused a jet of blood to spill through his lips. He then crashed into a nearby hill even faster than before. The hill collapsed, and Chen Shaoyu was buried under it.0

“You’ve lost,” Zhuo Henshui remarked indifferently while looking down on her opponent.0

“Ptooey!” Chen Shaoyu spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. He was lying spread eagle on the ground, and even the slightest movement triggered a terrible pain that encompassed his whole body. He wouldn’t be surprised if someone told him that he had broken bones everywhere.0

A savage grin spread across his face, however. “I lost? Do you know who I am, girl? I’m the heir of the Flying Dragon Stronghold, the one they call the Jade-faced Dragon. Who do you think you are to call for my surrender?”0

As he spoke, he stared at Zhuo Henshui with cold eyes that resembled a man-devouring viper.0

The Flying Dragon Stronghold was a Lulin[1] faction, and at...2