Fang Yinxia flew backward.
On her chest, a black-red, blazing, glaring pit.
Even fractured ribs were clearly visible.
Fang Yinxia was severely injured.
A strong cultivator at the Ninth Level Realm of the Holy Land Martial Arts Academy, unexpectedly severely injured by a Martial Cultivator at the Eighth Layer from a Third Grade Force with just one punch!!!
This really feels like a dream!
All around, it was silent.
Silently chilling.
If there had to be a sound, it would be the sound of swallowing saliva.
Many people were so shocked that their scalps tingled.
They simply couldn't accept this scene.
"Senior, it was by luck that I won," the next moment, Qin Ku spoke, bowing slightly. He didn't act on his murderous intent, wanting to kill Fang Yinxia directly, but he didn't dare, considering the colossal entity that is the Saint Emperor Martial Arts Academy backing her.
If he dared to kill her today, he'd be a corpse tomorrow.
