Thud...
Innumerable fine pink mists and needle-like sensations sprayed out from the white-clothed man's wide-open mouth.
They were then gathered together by Zhou Ping'an's Wave Subduing Blade Force and, with a backhand, he struck the man's chest.
As the saying goes, easier said than done; faster done than said.
As the palm struck the white-clothed man's chest, not only did his bones shatter, but while he spurted blood frenziedly, he did not forget to pull out the soft sword from his waist and counterattack.
His swordsmanship was swift and vicious, striking at Zhou Ping'an's throat in a flash.
But this time, Zhou Ping'an did not dodge, nor could he afford to hesitate. His left fist shone with a faint red light and, with the punch, the soft sword shattered and exploded with a buzz.
The force of the punch, like a tidal wave, smashed onto the white-clothed man's forehead, turning it into a mist of blood on the spot.