"Xiao Mo," Yun Luofeng muttered, "One minute left."
He knew what she meant. The armor's uptime was only three minutes and two minutes had elapsed, so she was left with one minute. Therefore, no matter how furious he was, Xiao Mo could only retreat.
Whoosh!
Just as Su Jun and his father were deciphering Yun Luofeng's words, she had already dashed towards the middle-aged man while her fist enveloped by dragon scales struck his chest.
Puchi!
In that instant, the middle-aged man was sent flying and spat out blood once again. His head fell at a crooked angle and his breathing ceased.
Su Jun was stunned. Everyone in the Xuanqing Sect was also shocked into silence and what came shortly after that was fear. Noticing the cavity in the middle-aged man's chest and the blood flowing incessantly from his mouth, Su Jun's eyes stared in front like a dead fish and he looked extremely miserable.
