Chapter 660: The Eunu*ch Maker
Ren Woxing was slightly taken aback, but at this moment, it was too late for him to change his move. With a soft “puff”, Zuo Lengchan’s finger had already struck the “Tianchi” acupoint on his left chest. Instinctively, Ren Woxing activated the Cosmic Absorption Technique, and sure enough, his opponent’s inner force surged in like a breached dam, flooding into his Tianchi acupoint.
Ren Woxing was a man of extraordinary talent. Although Song Qingshu’s words were vague, he quickly understood Zuo Lengchan’s intent—to make him absorb his Frost True Qi. Caught off guard, his entire body would inevitably freeze, leaving him at his enemy’s mercy.
Realizing this in a flash, Ren Woxing was both shocked and furious. How could he dare allow his opponent’s True Qi to invade his body unchecked? However, he had already invited the wolf into his home. If he didn’t use the Cosmic Absorption Technique to absorb the inner force from his opponent’s finger, he would undoubtedly suffer serious injuries from this strike.
Ren Woxing made a snap decision. Bracing himself for severe injury, he forcibly took the hit with his body. As blood spurted wildly from his mouth, he lashed out with a kick, striking Zuo Lengchan in the abdomen. With a loud scream, Zuo Lengchan was sent flying backward, collapsing onto the ground and curling up in agony.
Everyone present was stunned. Zuo Lengchan was the formidable leader of the Five Sacred Mountain Sword Sects Alliance, a renowned iron-willed warrior in the martial world. If he weren’t in excruciating pain, he would never have lost his composure like this. Immediately, disciples of the Mount Song Sect rushed forward to check his injuries.
“You are truly ruthless. I am Master Xuan Du, and I shall test your skills!” A red-faced old monk stepped forward indignantly, pressing his index and middle fingers together lightly. Though his words were laced with fury, his face carried a gentle smile, an eerie contrast that made him seem extremely strange.
Ren Woxing, now gravely injured, was no longer a match for him. Song Qingshu and Jiumozhi leaped forward simultaneously, shielding Ren Woxing.
“Junior Brother, leave this monk to me. You take care of Mister Ren,” Jiumozhi said, stepping in to block the old monk’s path.
Song Qingshu was well aware of Jiumozhi’s martial prowess, so he wasn’t worried. Instead, he anxiously checked Ren Woxing’s pulse. He found his hand icy cold to the touch, and his pulse was erratic and weak—clear signs of severe damage from the Frost True Qi Technique.