"Sigh!"
Seeing Chu Ming standing there in a daze, the woman sighed softly. At this moment, she had no time to care about Chu Ming. The blood-robed youth charged with a whistling sound, his right hand clawing fiercely.
The air resounded with cracking noises, and the large joints resembled millstones, clawing viciously toward the injured man. Given the disparity in strength, this claw would peel a layer of skin off the injured disciple even if it didn't kill him.
Boom!
At that moment, Chu Ming made his move. Without much grandeur or hesitation, he threw a steady punch, like a comet sweeping the moon. A faint dragon's roar and tiger's growl resounded in the air, and a white halo swept from the point of the punch, forming a white wave.
Pfft!
Crack!
A sudden sound of bones breaking was heard. The blood-robed youth retreated sharply, his pupils constricting. Fresh blood trickled from his injured hand like a stream.
"Who are you?"
