At this point, Li Qiu was utterly devastated, his heart torn to pieces. His eyes were bloodshot and blazing with a manic fury, his teeth nearly ground to dust, and his whole body trembled with rage. Seeing his elder brother in such a state, on the verge of a demonic obsession, and fearing that Li Qiu would lose his usual calm composure and calculated mind, Li Zhuo lunged forward with a fierce tiger-like dash behind Li Qiu, intending to strike him unconscious.
With a flash of an afterimage, Li Qiu was suddenly gone, leaving Li Zhuo's outstretched hand grasping at empty air right where Li Qiu had just stood. The next instant, Li Qiu appeared directly before the One-eyed Taoist. Without using any Tao Dharma, he abruptly lashed out with a vicious punch, carrying the force of a roaring mountain tiger that could change the very color of the wind and clouds. Though the fist was still five feet away from the One-eyed Taoist, the latter could already feel the gale-force pressure cutting like a cold blade at his throat. He immediately looked at the skinny youth in a completely new light, never expecting that someone so young could possess such tyrannical speed and power relying solely on physical might. Yet, it was a pity his cultivation was far too weak, and there was an irreconcilable blood feud between them; come what may, he would take his head today to honor his junior martial brother.
Instantly, the One-eyed Taoist drew out a small blood-red banner and gave it a light wave. A s…
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