"Thud!"
Under Ye Weiming's sudden and full-powered blow, the Golden Light Swordsman Xia Sulang was blasted away like a cannonball, the blood spewing from his mouth evaporating in mid-air due to the scorching high temperature.
At the same time, burn damage accompanied by this palm strike began to float above Xia Sulang's head!
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"Swordsman Xia!"
Seeing Xia Sulang's miserable state, Guo Changda, who was skirting the edge and keeping watch, immediately turned pale and, with a flash, caught up to the tumbling Xia, cradling him in his arms.
As clever as he was, seeing Xia Sulang had fallen into the opponent's trap and was gravely injured, Guo Changda didn't entertain the thought of lingering in battle, and so he held Xia Sulang in a princess carry and fled down the mountain without looking back.
However, Ye Weiming, who had finally killed Xia Sulang, would not allow these two easy preys to escape lightly.
