Chapter 455 - Furious Battle (2/2)

“T-this…this…”

In fright and absolutely shocked by what she was seeing, Su Li took a step back, and then another step until she finally withdrew all the way back into a corner. This tremendous display of raw power that was happening right in front of her eyes had completely overwhelmed her, numbing her scalp, and made her tremble in fear. Her heart started to thump rapidly, and had she not witnessed this in person, she would not have believed that martial artists such as these two still existed in this world. And to think her nominal husband was actually one of them made it even more unbelievable.

BOOM!

Yet another exchange between Xiao Luo and Yang Yuanzhong, which saw them both stagger back. Xiao Luo stopped after two or three steps, while Yang Yuanzhong flew backward like a cannonball towards his wife’s memorial tablet that was already smashed into pieces. The memorial tablet was broken entirely, sawdust and ashes were strewn all over the ground, and it was a mess.

A burning sensation rushed up to his head, and as Xiao Luo looked down, he saw that his right hand that he had used to meet Yang Yuanzhong’s fire palm earlier been turned black. The skin on his palm was singed and reeked of the acrid smell of burnt flesh. Xiao Luo could feel his organs churning as the energy from his opponent’s strike penetrated deep, and there were signs that he was starting to lose control of his body. Xiao Luo furrowed his eyebrows and knew that this was all due to Yang Yuanzhong’s fire palm.

“Urgh…”

A growl could be heard as Yang Yuangzhong emerged from the debris and ash-covered floor. His entire body was coated in ashes, and blood could be seen dripping from the corner of his mouth. He looked somewhat mentally unstable as he continued to grind his bloody front teeth. Like a ferocious wild beast, he glared angrily as he approached Xiao Luo. His fire palm, like angry waves about to hit the shore, aimed for Xiao Luo’s chest.

An overpowering intent to kill surged from deep within Xiao Luo’s body. His eyes turned blood-red, and his wrath was about to be released.

“Old man!”

Xiao Luo roared ominously as he thrust his iron fist like a thunder strike, smashing right into Yang Yuanzhong’s fire palm.

BAM!

The immense force generated from the impact engulfed both fighters in a fiery sphere of heat and energy.

“Oomph!”

Blood started spurting out from Yang Yuanzhong’s mouth as his body quivered. Instantly, he was thrown back forcefully, knocking a large hole in the wall behind him. When the dust settled, Xiao Luo realized there was another room hidden behind that wall. Within it, bricks were scattered all over the place and covered in fine dust.

As Xiao Luo took a deep, heavy breath as the anger gradually subsided, and his blood-red eyes returned a familiar hue. He had lost his mind momentarily and could not control himself. It was as if another spirit was living inside his body, and it was bloodthirsty, cruel, and took hold of his mind.

Was that his true nature?

Xiao Luo lost some focus…

Suddenly, the black-shirted man saw the opportunity to take advantage of the moment and dashed forward. But the aura emitting from Xiao Luo’s body affected him, and he could only attempt to strike with his sword even though he wasn’t within the proper range.

WHOOSH~

The stroke cut open a deep wound on Xiao Luo’s back, and blood splattered copiously, soaking his shirt.

The rage that he managed to gradually suppress began to erupt again like that of a volcano. Xiao Luo’s eyes turned blood-red again, and he immediately reacted by striking out with his palm.

Hiya!

Xiao Lo roared as his palm struck like a thunderstorm directly on his assailant.

BOOM!

The black-shirted assassin sailed in the air like a broken kite in a storm and spat out a mouthful of blood, just like Yang Yuanzhong did.

With a cold expression on his face, Xiao Luo rushed forward like a beast and caught up to the assailant while he was still mid-air. Pivoting on his left foot as an axis, he swiveled his body even as his right foot smashed into the assailant’s chest like a massive iron rod.

The black-shirted assassin died instantly before his dead body flew from the hall like a cannonball before he even landed. A great splash could be heard when it fell into the man-made lake in front of the mansion.