The rain poured down relentlessly, and Li Huowang, his body twitching from time to time, knelt on one knee on the ground, gasping for breath.
Not only were the wounds on his body that had just begun to heal torn open again, but he had also added many more; he was seriously injured.
Anyone who could kill An Ping was not an amateur. The Taoist Ji Lin had dug up was very powerful, almost on par with Master Danyang.
Especially his mysterious and unpredictable Thunder Technique, whose power was astonishing. But thankfully, this Li Huowang was not the same Li Huowang as before.
A blood-soaked rockery was hoisted high by Peng Longteng, then she swung it down with all her might, smashing it onto the dying beggar Taoist sprawled on the ground.
Accompanied by violent shaking of the earth, the entire Taoist body shot out everywhere like a watermelon smashed by a giant hammer.
