"Bang!"
Zhou Yuan's body, like an arrow, burst through the wardrobe door, his fist honed with full power, charging straight at Zhao Tiexin.
"Ah..."
Despite being a cultivator of the Nascent Soul Realm, Zhao Tiexin's sea of consciousness was far stronger than that of a cultivator in the Golden Core Realm. About a second later, he snapped to his senses, a look of terror crossing his face as he felt the murderous intent coming from the side, subconsciously dodging...
"Boom..."
But as quick as his dodge was, his temple was still struck by Zhou Yuan's punch. His mind reeled, and if it hadn't been for the timely summoning of the Spiritual Power from his Dantian, forming a Protective Gang Qi, that single punch would have been enough to end his life.
Still, the blow had left him severely wounded, blood spewing from his mouth and nose, splattering the pristine sheets and staining Yue Sisi's body red.