A strong force came over him, and the bones all over his body crackled.

Luo Xing knew that he could leapfrog and challenge a third-level martial artist, and even the first level of a second-level martial artist could rival one or two, but for Zuo Song, who was infinitely close to a first-level grandmaster, his cultivation was still far behind.

Although most of the power of Zuo Song's palm was offset by Qingyi, even the remaining half was not something he could match. Inevitably, his throat felt sweet and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

With gray hair on his temples, a trace of surprise flashed across Zuo Song's cold face as he flew over Chunyu Tower. A mere fourth-grade martial artist actually took over the remaining power of his palm and just vomited a mouthful of blood...

The movement was slightly delayed.

Luo Xing carried the injured Qingyi on his back, and like a big bird, he swung upwards and rushed hundreds of meters into the air in the blink of an eye. Then he turned back in the air and flew from the sky smoothly.

He flew out of the encirclement of Mangshan bandits.

The top movement technique of Dazhou Zhenwu Academy: Fuyao!

Zuo Song, the leader of the Mangshan Bandits, took a breath of air. There was such a big loophole in the intelligence collection on the target. All thirteen Mangshan Bandits were dispatched, and the mission actually failed.

This is simply a great shame and humiliation.

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