The moment Zhu Cheng struck with his palm, the pockmarked face suddenly floated back like a falling leaf; his body technique was so elusive and bizarre that it startled Zhu Cheng.
The pockmarked face landed lightly and was already standing at the doorway of the room.
He didn't even glance at Zhu Cheng; with a backhand, he opened the door and attempted to flee.
As the door opened, a flash of sunlight revealed a black shadow standing at the entrance. The pockmarked face had yet to see clearly who it was when he felt an intense, cramp-like pain in his dantian, his body flying backward, landing at Zhu Cheng's feet inside the room.
Duan Rong stood at the doorway, stepped into the room, and closed the door behind him.
