The eighth strike fell, and Ye Qiu already felt his dantian was about to be ruined. If another hit came, his dantian would definitely explode and break, and then his career in martial arts would be completely over.
Armando knew Ye Qiu's situation well. His hands were gathering strength, preparing for the ninth strike. Only two strikes left, he was confident he would destroy Ye Qiu's dantian, and by then, Ye Qiu would be at his mercy.
"Ye Qiu, this is the price you pay for killing the Blood Ancestor. Today, I will cripple you," Armando was about to unleash the ninth strike when a special aura suddenly emanated from Jin Zhimo, causing Armando to hesitate momentarily.
"Huh?"
"Master, I won't let you abandon martial arts because of me. Zhimo can no longer continue learning alchemy with you," Jin Zhimo's farewell words shocked Ye Qiu into shouting out in distress.
"Zhimo, don't do anything foolish," Ye Qiu exclaimed loudly.
