If one hit doesn't work, I'll give you another, if it doesn't knock you out, I'll smash you to death...
To rescue his eldest cousin, Fang Xing struck hard, grabbing the head of the red-robed old cultivator and smashing it twice fiercely. The Fengshan Cauldron, weighing hundreds of thousands of pounds, though small now, hadn't lost any weight, it struck solidly on the red-robed old cultivator's head. It didn't knock him out, but his split form began to crumble, little by little transforming into pure Spiritual Energy and fragments of rules, dispersing into the void, like shards of porcelain...
Below, the eldest cousin, whose forehead was about to be marked with a Dharma Seal by the monstrous fish, was also stunned seeing this scene.
"Run!"
