Bang!!!
A ball of Phoenix flames exploded onto Xia Yuanba’s chest. His body flew far away, smashing heavily onto the ground. He groaned and stood back up yet again; however, just as he stood up, he violently knelt on one knee, incapable of standing up for a long time. Blood flowed from his forehead, hands and stray areas all over his body.
“This kid’s physique is really not simple, after resisting for so long, he still has not died yet. He’s still able to barely stand.” Feng Feiyan said as he clicked his tongue.
“But what a pity, to have only practiced Absolute Monarch Sanctuary’s core profound art to about thirty percent.” Ye Xinghan waved his jade fan, looked towards Xia Yuanba and spoke as if talking about a dead person: “To be able to defend against that last strike was his limit already. It’s time to send him on his way, this young master would never have thought that with the two of us cooperating, we would still waste so much time. This young master is already itching to pamper my little Xue’er.”
“Heh… die already!”
Feng Feiyan laughed coldly, then growled, violently punching Xia Yuanba’s brain with a fist of Phoenix flames.
Xia Yuanba gasped for breath. The look in his eyes slackened, his entire body soaked with sweat and blood; nearly a third of his exterior was a mixture of flesh and blood. Under the combined strength of Feng Feiyan and Ye Xinghan, he forcefully resisted for a quarter of an hour, which could be said to be an unbelievable miracle.
As death encroached, Xia Yuanba lifted his head and Feng Feiyan’s fist of Phoenix flames appeared in his pupils. His gaze suddenly became incomparably vicious; roaring loudly, a tyrannical surge of strength surfaced within his scarred and bruised body as he threw a fist towards Feng Feiyan.
Boom!!