"Heh, trying to leave."
"Too late!!!"
Shen Cang said coldly, with a turn of his feet, he directly charged at the two.
"Risk it all!!!"
"Ghostly Mysterious Fist!!!!"
Elder Xuan shouted, throwing a heavy punch, his white hair flying, his fist faintly echoed with the sound of a skull head's wails.
"Ah! My hand!!!"
"My hand is ruined..."
Another shrill scream rang out; it was Elder Xuan's voice.
Only to see Elder Xuan being fiercely grabbed by Shen Cang, lifted in the air like a ragdoll, and slammed onto the ground, then stomped sharply with his feet, leaving a pit, blood and flesh were mangled.
Elder Xuan lay on the ground howling in pain, mixed with the sound of bones breaking, extremely miserable and heart-wrenching.
"Bang, bang!"
Soon, Shen Cang kicked out, the ground cracked, while Elder Xuan was already bloodied, his body unrecognizable, blood spurting everywhere, dyeing the hall's floor red, his breath was faint.
"Elder Xuan!!!!"
