Elder Lu Jie couldn’t bear it anymore and intervened BANG! but it was too late. He managed to subdue only a fraction of Zhou’s attack; however nearly eighty percent of its force still struck Wei Li.
Puuuuu!
Wei Li spat out a mouthful of blood before collapsing unconscious. Though he had managed to block part of the strike, his dragon core was shattered. It was uncertain whether he would ever recover.
Bam!
He landed on the floor, pale and shivering like a shrimp tossed onto hot iron. The scene alone was enough to show how much pain he was in.
Hall Master Jie’s expression darkened as he looked at his half-dead disciple. Wei Li was not only his disciple but someone he had raised as though he were his own blood. Rage burned in his eyes as he sent a palm strike howling toward Zhou.
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