The Post Sky Tipping Era

The elder from Liu Family, skilled in Qi Cultivation, was well aware that he had no chance of surviving a fight with Zhao Ge, even if Zhao Ge was injured and his strength diminished. After all, he was over seventy years old, nearing the end of his life, with most of his Qi-Blood already depleted. At this moment, just exchanging a few punches with Zhao Ge had left him gasping for breath, and to make matters worse, his arm had been destroyed by a concealed weapon. His condition could not get any worse.

If he didn’t put up a fight using his Heart Blood, taking Zhao Ge, this great enemy, down with him for the Liu Family, then his old life would be meaningless.

"Thinking of dragging me down with you?" Zhao Ge knew that Grandmaster Liu was fighting desperately, using the last bit of his Heart Blood to take him down.

Moreover, the opponent was extremely experienced; after his arm was hit by the weapon, he no longer gave Zhao Qian a second chance to use the firearm, opting for close combat instead. If Zhao Qian were to fire again, Zhao Ge would also be affected and unable to escape, which meant that Zhao Qian had not found a suitable opportunity to fire the second shot.

Although Grandmaster Liu did not know which concealed weapon had such tremendous power, his experience in defense was ample, certainly an old hand at the game.

"What a pity, that shot just now didn’t take his life." Zhao Ge had no choice but to grit his teeth and resist fiercely. Only by enduring this period and waiting for Grandmaster Liu’s Qi-Blood to run out could he win.

As for escaping, that was even less likely.

Since Grandmaster Liu chose to grapple, he would not give Zhao Ge a chance to escape. At this moment, if Zhao Ge took one step back, Grandmaster Liu would immediately follow up with a step closer, and Grandmaster Liu, who used his Heart Blood, had much greater mobility than Zhao Ge.

"Come, let’s settle past favors and today’s grudges once and for all," Zhao Ge bellowed, continuously summoning his Qi-Blood, using his injured body to throw a punch, almost instinctively executing a killer move from Shaking Mountain Fist.

The Fist Gang condensed, and his Jin Qi erupted, giving a sense of regaining his former glory.

But Grandmaster Liu could tell that Zhao Ge was putting up a strong front while being weak inside. He didn’t believe that someone who had their Divine Soul injured and had suffered a Heart-shattering Palm, even if they were hanging on to life with big medicine, could maintain more than sixty percent of their strength. If he couldn’t defeat Zhao Ge even after forcefully using a bit of his Heart Blood, then he might as well have lived his life in vain.