Xiao Jinsong felt as though all the strength in his body had been completely drained, leaving him unable to muster even an ounce of force. His meridians felt as if they had been sealed shut by the One-eyed Taoist, making it utterly impossible to circulate his inner Qi. Reduced to nothing more than a cripple, panic gripped his heart. Having roamed the martial world for decades, he had rarely encountered an opponent who could last ten moves against him. Yet now, before these two "immortals," he was no different from an ant, liable to be crushed to death at any moment. He rolled his eyes to look at his subordinates scattered haphazardly across the courtyard—some had already breathed their last, while others lay with broken limbs and shattered arms, presenting a scene of indescribable misery. A wave of profound desolation washed over him, and he thought to himself that his life would end today.
Hearing the One-eyed Taoist question him, Xiao Jinsong desperately wanted to answer, but the foot pressing down on his chest felt as heavy as a thousand jun. Xiao Jinsong pursed his lips, only to find that his throat refused to obey him. After his jaw trembled a few times, a mouthful of dark blood instantly spewed forth.
A few drops of blood splattered onto the One-eyed Taoist's boots, intensifying the fury in the Taoist's eyes. With a cold hum, he prepared to deliver another kick to Xiao Jinsong.
Chapter 37