Martial Cultivators can die in battle but must never submit.
Raising his hand, Su Chen unleashed a punch, aiming directly at Bing Hong'ao, striking out with a mighty force.
"Battle? Haha..." Bing Hong'ao laughed softly, waved his arm, and a gust of Mysterious Qi swept through, like a storm, easily dispersing the fist seal Su Chen had launched, as effortlessly as blowing away a cloud of flour. The storm continued forward, directly bypassing Su Chen.
Hiss, hiss!
Blades of wind, chilling and piercing, shrieked through the air.
Utter cruelty.
The wind blades cut across Su Chen's body like bone-cleaving knives, crisscrossing viciously.
In the blink of an eye, Su Chen's body was covered with dozens of brutal and clear injuries.
Su Chen was sent flying backward again.
