Cāng Hán met the converging palm forces of the two martial arts masters head-on. His body flew back several zhang like a snapped kite, and he slammed onto his back, vomiting a mouthful of blood.
He hurriedly sat up, eager to regulate his churning Qi, but the four masked figures closed in on him, leaving no time for recovery! How could they possibly allow a master of his caliber to live?
The fourth masked man to enter the fray moved the fastest!
Chapter 527