Prime Minister Xun stared dead-eyed at Lu Yuan, who had pierced him with a sword. His gaze carried an endless killing intent and a trace of shock he couldn't conceal.
Even he hadn't expected that Lu Yuan would give such a fatal attack.
He struck a palm toward Meng Qianqian.
Lu Yuan pulled Meng Qianqian behind him and took the palm strike head-on with his chest.
The two retreated simultaneously.
Lu Yuan withdrew his longsword from Prime Minister Xun's chest, and instantly, blood gushed out like a fountain.
Prime Minister Xun quickly sealed the major acupoints around his wound to prevent himself from dying from excessive blood loss.
With one hand gripping his sword and the other arm holding Meng Qianqian, Lu Yuan slid back across the snowy ground for nearly a full yard before finally stabilizing his form.
It was evident just how profound Prime Minister Xun's inner strength in that palm strike truly was.