Chu Qing held onto Gentle with one hand, sensing the opponent's palm wind hitting his face, accompanied by a pungent stench in his nose.
There's poison in the palm!
With a swift change of thought, he hurled a punch.
The force of the punch seemed almost tangible, flying off the fist and striking the opponent's hand.
The man's face changed, his arm opened, dissipating the gang wind, and starting from the palm, a wave of cold spread, instantly covering the entire arm.
"Extreme Cold True Qi!"
The man uttered in a low voice, using the force to fly backward, landing beyond the eaves.
Chu Qing chased forward with Gentle in tow, but the person had already disappeared under the eaves.
Only traces of blood and an iced-over arm remained on the ground.
"...He severed his arm to survive?"
Chu Qing furrowed his eyebrows, wanting to follow the blood trail to pursue, but with Gentle still unconscious, he dared not leave easily.
