Chu Yu coughed up blood and was sent flying sideways. The Xuanyuan Sword in his hand vibrated violently, and his sword-wielding arm was dripping with blood.
"Humph!"
The old man in the green robe also let out a muffled grunt. Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, the web between his thumb and forefinger split open, and he almost lost his grip on his longsword as he staggered back more than a dozen yards.
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