Bang———
Armor shattered, all dead, blood gathered.
The red serpent retreated, returning to the small Circulation within the four meridians, circulating and accumulating power.
Again.
Once, twice, thrice…
Under the formidable pass, the blood slowly piled up, turning into countless ants that climbed and gnawed.
With each strike, the red serpent's vigor weakened, its form shrank, yet the ferocious blood light grew ever more intense!
Within the Belt Meridian, the barrier that obstructed the flow of Innate Primordial Qi began to wobble uncertainly, as if it might fall at any moment.
Outside the East Fence Small House, all was silent. Inside the northern room, Zhao Rong's face was flushed red, his body wavered, yet he kept practicing his Fist Stance—each punch was light yet submerged with force!
Before his eyes, Qing Jun's delicate figure appeared once more, her hands carefully holding a bowl of porridge, tenderly offered to him with a playful smile.
