The people on the street immediately scattered, keeping their distance for fear of getting caught in the crossfire.
Xiang Minghou came from a military background, having fought his way through battlefields. He didn't know the meaning of holding back.
Zhan Chi couldn't withstand him and could only use his Qinggong to constantly evade. Although he was fast, he was still clipped by the force of the palm strikes, and before long, he was in a sorry state.
Ye Qianning leaned against the window, enjoying the close-up view. She had neither Qinggong nor Inner Strength herself, which made her all the more curious how the ancients had managed to train such abilities.
Zhan Chi's Qinggong was quite good. Xiang Minghou's every move was swift and decisive, and although Zhan Chi's clothes were a bit disheveled, he managed to accurately dodge each time.
