A large room was next door, housing those fifteen martial artists from the Black Tiger Sect.
Yu Zhongyue smashed through the wall, tumbling several times before coming to a stop, covered in dust and dirt, utterly disheveled.
"Wa~"
He spat out a mouthful of blood, teeth scattering across the ground with a clatter.
For a moment, intense pain swept through his entire body.
Especially the toothache, it was simply unbearable.
Yu Zhongyue felt the world spinning, dizzy and blurred vision; his jaw had completely dislocated, his mouth hanging open and unable to close.
"Great Python Realm Perfection?!"
The last semblance of his consciousness told him that the person who had hit him was a master of the Great Python Realm, at the level of Perfection.
Stronger than him!
One slap had severely injured him!
Yu Zhongyue was terrified inside, staggering to his feet, and as he looked around, he turned as rigid as a wooden chicken.
The room was full of corpses!