Clang!
In the next moment, the Red-eyed Eagle was dumbfounded because her Phantom Tyrant Saber seemed to have no effect on the person before her. It's not surprising. The Martial God of the Martial Extreme Sect, Sect Leader Xiao He, had mastered the Iron Cloth Shirt to the level of Great Perfection.
"Finished with your turn? Now it's mine." After saying that, Xiao He swiftly moved forward, delivering a punch to the Red-eyed Eagle.
Having no choice, the Red-eyed Eagle took the hit, but the opponent's punch was too fierce, and she had already expended a lot of energy earlier. This punch forced her to retreat seven or eight steps, almost losing her balance.
"Heh, I advise you to end your own life, or else I'll be very cruel later." Xiao He sneered coldly.
"Hmph, even if I die, I will not yield to scum like you." The Red-eyed Eagle said, mustering her strength once more.
