"I've been waiting for you for a long time!" Zhang Xiaohao spoke coldly as a knife.
His body suddenly turned, swiftly spinning around, and with a black cloth band separating them, he coldly looked at the Divine Sword Sect Master charging towards him.
As the red palm print drew closer and closer, Zhang Xiaohao still showed no intention of defending.
"Die!" roared the Divine Sword Sect Master, murderous aura overflowing.
Vast True Qi furiously surged into his right palm.
The fiery red palm print struck Zhang Xiaohao's chest.
Puchi!
A sweet taste in his chest, Zhang Xiaohao spat out a mouthful of blood.
His organs felt as if they were falling apart, a searing pain piercing his heart.
Under this domineering palm force, his body, following the Divine Sword Sect Master's advance, rapidly retreated backward.
Chichi...
His feet left a trail of foot-deep marks on the ground.
He flew backward over twenty steps, and it seemed he would continue retreating further.
