Chapter 92 Divine Weapon

"Stop! Stop! Stop!"

"Don't damage my body!"

"Lin Xing!"

A succession of shrill screams from Bai Yiyi echoed non-stop in Lin Xing's mind.

At the same time, Zhao Yuan had already struck the girl's head with a palm.

In the collision of the palm thrust, he felt as though he had hit a steel plate with all his strength.

With a slight crackling sound, his hand bones actually fractured slightly.

Amidst a muffled groan, Zhao Yuan swiftly retreated.

On the other side, Zhang Tiande leaped to intercept, but saw Lin Xing slam the girl towards him with another thunderous noise.

A kick landed on the girl's face, and Zhang Tiande's complexion changed dramatically, feeling a numb sensation in his lower leg.

Relying on the advantage of his weapon and clashing forcefully with the two martial artists for a couple of moves, Lin Xing managed to say, "Don't worry, Master Bai, although I can't remember many things clearly, the impression this puppet has left me is too profound."