But the next moment, as they watched Liu Qingfeng charge forward holding nothing back, they were astonished to see Zhou Zhendong charging to meet him.
But what no one saw was that as Zhou Zhendong rushed toward Liu Qingfeng, he had used a dagger hidden at his waist to swiftly cut his own palm, soaking the folded Talisman he held with blood.
Zhou Zhendong looked at Liu Qingfeng's bloodthirsty smile, his own expression remaining perfectly calm.
As the two rapidly closed in on each other, Liu Qingfeng threw a punch wreathed in True Qi, aiming for Zhou Zhendong's head. But in the next instant, a piercing golden light shot from Zhou Zhendong's palm. It moved with the speed of lightning, burying itself in Liu Qingfeng's chest—who was less than two meters away—before exiting his back as if it had met no resistance. It then continued at an astonishing speed to slam into the city wall.
BANG!!
A shocking, explosive sound erupted from the city wall.
