"Hong Yu, you're courting death!"
A roar of thunderous fury shook the entire inn.
A dense power coalesced into a vigorous palm wind that howled toward him.
It was exceptionally sharp and ferocious, an attack meant to kill!
A chill ran through Hong Yu as alarms blared in his mind. He knew this palm strike was powerful enough to severely injure him. Without hesitation, he changed the trajectory of the foot that was about to stomp on Zhang Kang, instead thrusting it beneath Zhang Kang's abdomen.
Then, with a flex of his calf, he launched Zhang Kang high into the air.
WHOOSH!
Zhang Kang, his face covered in blood and already unconscious, flew out like a human cannonball.
He was headed right into the path of Xiahuang Dun's sharp Palm Wind.
"Dammit!"
Xiahuang Dun's expression changed.
He saw clearly that the flying Zhang Kang was right in the path of his palm strike.
The force behind this palm was terrifying. If it hit, Zhang Kang would be crippled, if not killed outright.
