In that instant, Little Stone transformed into twenty residual images, elusive and indistinguishable as reality intertwined with illusion; Ye Huang hesitated momentarily, unsure which attack took command of the battle. Even a mere second was critical—Little Stone's Iron Fist surged with power, an unstoppable force like Taishan, unparalleled.
"Ptui!"
Ye Huang flew out like a shot cannonball, spitting fresh blood, his bones broken, crashing into the ground and covering the sky with dust and debris.
"Beast, I am going to kill you!"
Ye Huang used a pile of rubble as a weapon, hurling it at himself, unleashing his Soul, blood soaring into the air, his long hair billowing, and his merciless face akin to a Devil.
Ye Huang never dreamed he would be injured by someone trained in the Country of Wu, yet he also suffered a blow to his dignity. Even though few witnessed it, Ye Huang still felt deeply humiliated.
"Dragon Technique."
