218. The Master of King of Hell Pavilion
The sick scholar was abruptly thrown back by this unexpected blow, sprawling onto a nearby chair and spurting a mouthful of blood on the spot; it was clearly not a minor injury. However, everyone present was aware that Mo Xiuyao had held back with this palm strike. Otherwise, recalling how a single blow from Mo Xiuyao in the past had destroyed the majority of the scholar's martial arts and almost shattered his heart meridians, the scholar would not even have had the chance to breathe by now. Mo Xiuyao, emanating an aura of grim resolve, stepped into the flower hall and stared icily at the scholar.
