An agonizing pain threatened to tear his arms apart. His Protective Geng Metal True Qi trembled, and a sweet, metallic taste filled his throat as he forced back a mouthful of blood.
A look of utter disbelief finally appeared in Zhao Kang's eyes.
'They were both at the Early-stage Embrace Pill Power of Cultivation. How could Chen Qing possess such tyrannical Power?'
In a matter of moments, their joint attack had been shattered. Wang Hai's Weapon was knocked from his grasp, and Zhao Kang, having taken the blow head-on, was grievously wounded.
Both were seasoned veterans. After only a few exchanges, they understood just how terrifying Chen Qing was. To continue fighting would mean courting death.
Any will to fight had vanished from their hearts.
"Split up!"
Wang Hai roared, all semblance of a master's composure gone.
