Witnessing this, Dong Xuan's expression changed drastically. He immediately mobilized the Battle qi in his body. With no time to counterattack, he could only cross his arms in a desperate attempt to block Dao Ying's palm strike.
The terrifying force, however, was more than he could withstand. Even though he was blocking with all his might, Dao Ying's overall strength far surpassed his, and he easily sent Dong Xuan flying backward.
His face paled, his internal qi and blood roiling, and a trickle of blood escaped the corner of his mouth.
"Eldest Brother!" the disciples of Guiyuan Academy cried out, their faces etched with deep concern.
"I'm alright!" Dong Xuan quickly waved a hand to reassure them before wiping the blood from his mouth.
"Sharp-tongued," Dao Ying sneered. "I'd like to see just how long you can last!"
As his voice faded, Dao Ying's figure flashed again. In the blink of an eye, he reappeared before Dong Xuan.
