With a casual push, the officer's corpse spun around like a top and rolled forward.

  Cheng Jia Sheng's face changed greatly, and he immediately shouted: "Second group, fire!"

  The five men in the second group simultaneously pulled the trigger.

  However, Lizi was like a maggot attached to a corpse, tightly clinging to the rotating body and rushing into the crowd.

  It was just a moment, and in an instant, dozens of short arrows were shot empty in all directions.

  Without waiting for orders, all the other masters almost simultaneously rushed up, and with a united effort, they struck out with one palm, wanting to force Li Zhi to retreat with this powerful blow.

  If they could just drag it out for a moment, the other ten Han men would be able to switch quivers and the third set of sharp arrows could continue to be fired.

  But Li Zhi was no ordinary person, and he would not let such a great opportunity slip away.

  He coldly laughed and slapped the corpse with his palm, releasing his inner energy. The corpse suddenly flew up and met a fierce palm strike from many skilled fighters that could split mountains and crack rocks.

  Blood splattered everywhere, flesh flew horizontally, the corpse was hit by this great force, and it instantly split into four or five pieces, scattering a bloody rain across the sky.

  Almost everyone's body was stained with a considerable amount of dark red blood plasma, such a miserable state, shocking to see.

  Lizhi's body moved slightly, and he suddenly rushed over in an instant. His internal force was everywhere, and his body seemed to be surrounded by a thin layer of invisible aura.

  Anything within five inches of his body that was flying through the air and covered in blood would immediately fall to the ground.

  The entire tower, and he was the only one who had such a cultivation.

  One step forward, he traversed the space shrouded in bloody light. Lǐ Zhì's eyes gleamed with sharpness, his spirit firmly locked onto the ancient Daoist in front of him. As long as there was even a thread of opportunity, he could easily take his life.

  But suddenly, his line of sight was blocked by someone.

  The person standing in front of him was not very old, with a slender and tall figure standing upright, his sharp eyes had an unwavering determination.

  His tightly closed lips were like a will as firm as iron pliers.

  He had only one person, but the momentum of this one person exceeded the sum of several top-notch masters who had just joined forces.

  He was here, silently declaring that as long as he existed for a moment, no one would be allowed to harm Gu Dao Yan.

  Lizhi's eyes became somewhat strange, and he naturally recognized that the person in front of him was none other than Cheng Yinghao, the most outstanding young man of the Cheng family.

  This young master with a martial art of only second-rate, on this high tower, in his eyes, is simply not worth mentioning.

  But at this moment, he suddenly grew into a brave warrior who could stand shoulder to shoulder with anyone.

  The left palm strikes out, the right palm follows up. A burst of energy is unleashed without weakening. The left palm suddenly withdraws and strikes out again.

  The Yangtze River has threefold waves.

  Although he was trapped in his qualifications, Cheng Yinghao couldn't practice the authentic Dragon Gate Three Layers Wave like his younger brother, and he couldn't achieve the addition of internal force with one palm.

  However, he passed through this continuous shooting method, making the power of this palm greatly increased, and it was not inferior to a top-level master's full-strength blow.

  Lizhi did not dodge or evade, and struck out with one palm, using hardness to collide with hardness, and strength to break through strength.

  A mighty force collided in mid-air, stirring up infinite waves in space.

  Cheng Yinghao's eyelids twitched slightly, and his chest felt like a big cotton ball had been stuffed into it, making it hard to breathe. His heart was pounding loudly, as if the hot heart would jump out of his mouth at any moment.

  He clenched his lips tightly, and a trickle of fresh blood uncontrollably oozed down from the corner of his mouth.

  He clearly understood that if he didn't let go again, in the next second, he would be killed by the powerful internal force backlash.

  There was no fluke during this period, the gap in strength was so obvious, and there was no room for reversal.

  His gaze remained steadfast and unyielding, his body as still as a mountain.

  It is better to be shattered like jade than remain unbroken like a piece of pottery.

  He stood still like an iron man, with a pair of cold and terrifying eyes staring at Lizhi under his thick black eyebrows.

  He would never retreat half a step, even if it meant death.

  A hint of regret flashed in Lizi's eyes, but the force in his palm increased by threefold.

  Overwhelming internal force surged towards Cheng Yinghao, determined to annihilate him with a single palm strike.

  "Boom..."

  In mid-air, a void space suddenly and inexplicably erupted with a massive explosion.

  A ferocious-looking old man appeared between the two of them, and he ruthlessly blocked Lizhi's fatal palm strike.

  He must have been furious, extremely vicious, his eyes streaming with fiery anger:

  "This is my son, no one can hurt him."

  A flash of moisture suddenly appeared in Cheng Yinghao's eyes as he gazed at his father's back, and for a moment, it seemed both unfamiliar and familiar.

  For his second son, Cheng Jiaxian was obviously biased towards Cheng Yingjie, because whether it was temperament, appearance, or behavior, Cheng Yingjie was clearly cut from the same mold as him.

  Cheng Jiaxuan is obviously doting on this little son, and has even reached the point of spoiling him.

  When he learned of Cheng Yingjie's disappearance, Cheng Jiaxian was furious and many were implicated as a result.

  In Cheng Yinghao's heart, he had never been taken seriously by him. Because he had never shown any closeness in front of him, not even once.

  But at this moment, he finally understood.

  This was his father, the flesh-and-blood parent he had always known.

  Lizhi's body suddenly shifted and he actually used a very strange movement to bypass the father and son in full view of everyone.

  However, in front of him, another figure appeared firmly.

  One palm strike, the continuous and overlapping inner force rushed towards him like a rolling river.

  Cheng Yingtao, the only young first-rate master in the Cheng family who had successfully cultivated the Long River Threefold Wave Skill besides Cheng Xuanfeng and Cheng Jiaxiao, finally arrived a step ahead.

  Lizhi let out a deep sigh. In order to protect the ancient Taoist, they had risked their lives and forgotten about death, but now it seemed impossible to achieve their goal without any damage.

  His body glided like a fish, freely swimming in this counter-current.

  He broke through layers of internal force seals and arrived at Cheng Yingtao's side, his entire body's power condensed into one palm, as if slowly striking out with a single palm.

  In the eyes of the crowd, this palm was slow as a snail, but in fact, it was fast as lightning.

  In an instant, it was already close to Cheng Yingtao's chest.

  Cheng Yingtao's strength had already waned at this point. If he still didn't let go, he would inevitably be struck by the other's palm and have his tendons snapped and bones broken.

  But behind him was Gu Dao Yan, how could he yield?

  Cheng Yingtao closed his eyes and waited for death, but a faint sound came, and he didn't feel any pain on his body.

  He suddenly opened his eyes, and what he saw was that Cheng Jiaxiao's mouth was overflowing with blood, amidst which were several hard lumps, which turned out to be his internal organs being shattered.

  At that moment, Cheng Jiaxiao squeezed into the space between the two of them with his own flesh and blood, blocking Li Zhi's full-force attack.

  Cheng Yingtao's eyes were about to split open as he hugged his father who had fallen to the ground.

  Cheng Jiaxiao's mouth corners twitched slightly, each twitch was like a whip lash in his heart, the pain was unbearable.

  Cheng Yingtao's mouth opened and closed violently, but only emitted a series of unconscious and mournful moans.

  He stared blankly as his father opened his mouth in vain in his arms, and then his eyes lost focus, and he had no breath left.

  A surging torrent of hatred suddenly rose up in his heart, he only felt that there was a fierce fire burning fiercely in his chest, it was a heart-wrenching emotion, it was a powerful energy enough to destroy the sky and earth.

  He raised his head, took a deep breath, and suddenly struck out with a loud slap.

  Jing, Qi, Shen...

  All his strength, all his spirit, everything he had was concentrated in this one palm. At this moment, he stepped into a brand new world, a world that he had never experienced before.

  His mind had never been so concentrated as it was at this moment, and he no longer used his eyes to gaze. What he relied on was his own spirit, the mysterious sense of intuition that he suddenly realized.

  Lizi's eyes had an inexplicable surprise, and he naturally felt a change in Cheng Yingtao.

  He suddenly understood, from then on, there would be one more master in the world.

  At this moment, he had a slight hesitation in his heart.

  Gu Dao Yan, Cheng Ying Tao, who exactly does he want to take revenge on?

  His body didn't stop, and in a flash he had already dodged the interception of the two masters, his feet were on the edge of the high tower, and it seemed that he was about to fall down, but he walked as if on flat ground, slowly approaching the ancient Taoist.

  However, a strong gust of wind came, and Cheng Yingtao's palm followed immediately. He suddenly felt a sense of crisis and knew that this palm, which concentrated all of Cheng Yingtao's strength, was unavoidable.

  With a sigh, he seemed to casually strike out with one palm, but that one palm was also where his entire body's power lay.

  Two converging forces that cannot converge again collide violently with each other.

  Cheng Yingtao's body was as if struck by lightning, heavily falling onto the ground, all his energy seemed to have been drained in that instant, leaving not a single bit of strength.

  However, Lizi also suffered.

  The biggest difference between a grandmaster and a top-notch expert lies in the degree of consolidation of their skills.

  They are able to compress their power into the smallest range, thus causing the greatest destructive effect.

  It is a matter of course that no matter how many people are superior in intelligence and talent, Li Zhi has never put his mind to it.

  However, Cheng Yingtao's palm was different. His palm had not only condensed all his energy but also brought out all his potential, concentrating all his internal force into one point, giving him a tremendous impact.

  What's even more inconceivable is that Cheng Yingtao actually merged all of his boundless hatred into that one palm.

  The spiritual shock he brought was no small matter.

  A streak of red appeared at Lizi's mouth corner, he was finally injured.

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