Chapter 411: Sweeping Through

The breath expelled from Lin Xiao’s mouth grazed Xin Ping’s scalp, carving a half-inch-wide groove, causing broken hair to fall.

That breath extended over a meter before gradually dissipating. It wasn’t any divine weapon but an extremely refined internal energy.

This breath, when expelled by Lin Xiao, had the same effect as a divine weapon.

Xin Ping retreated three to four meters without touching the ground before stabilizing himself. Recalling Lin Xiao’s immortal-like technique of exhaling energy into a sword, his eyes revealed undisguised shock and deep disbelief.

After repelling Xin Ping, Lin Xiao raised his left hand, fingers curved like a claw, muscles tense, palm like iron. With an eagle-shaped crushing force, he grabbed at Shan Dagong’s head, who was charging from the left.

Simultaneously, he lifted his right hand, clenched into a fist, and punched upward, meeting Li Yunwei’s descending double fists.

Boom!

Lin Xiao’s eagle claw grasped Shan Dagong’s head, sparks flying as if grabbing iron.

The Eagle Claw form, capable of crushing stones and kneading iron into mud, didn’t crush Shan Dagong’s head.

Of course, this was also because Lin Xiao held back.

He didn’t want to massacre in front of Wan Caixuan, showing her a too bloody side, so he deliberately reduced his strength. Otherwise, no matter how hard Shan Dagong’s head was, Lin Xiao would have crushed it.

Although his head wasn’t crushed, Shan Dagong still couldn’t withstand Lin Xiao’s finger strength. The intense pain from his head made him groan, his face twisting.

He shook his head violently, like a mad bull, shaking off Lin Xiao’s claw, then retreated hastily without attacking again.

Lin Xiao didn’t pursue the retreating Shan Dagong, as the attacks on him hadn’t ceased. Sensing the killing intent from above and behind, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Bang!

Li Yunwei’s double fists collided with Lin Xiao’s upward steel punch.

Li Yunwei clasped his fists together, using all his strength. This strike was like a giant hammer; even a large boulder could be smashed.

He fully believed this blow could shatter Lin Xiao’s fist, a look of pride appearing on his face, a sneer faintly visible at the corner of his mouth.

But the next moment, the pride on Li Yunwei’s face was replaced by immense terror, and he let out an earth-shattering scream.

Along with the scream, a hair-raising, bone-breaking sound echoed.

Someone’s fist was shattered, but it wasn’t Lin Xiao’s. It was Li Yunwei’s own.

His fists, in the collision, couldn’t withstand Lin Xiao’s terrifying punch force. Even with the protection of Dark Force, it was useless. Both hands twisted and deformed, tendons snapped, bones broken!

Mid-air, Li Yunwei could no longer maintain his balance. He fell like a stone, rolling on the ground in pain, unable to get up.

It’s said that ten fingers are connected to the heart. Breaking one finger is unbearably painful, let alone all ten.

With his hands ruined like this, Li Yunwei’s martial arts were crippled. Even if they could be reattached later, he could no longer fight.

Seeing Li Yunwei’s miserable state, Xin Ping and Shan Dagong, who had retreated to the side, both twitched their eyelids, exchanged glances, and let out a low roar from their throats, pouncing towards Lin Xiao again.

Since the fight had begun, they had to continue. If they fled without fighting, they’d never hold their heads high again.

Just as Xin Ping and Shan Dagong regrouped and charged at Lin Xiao, Zhong Wu’s sinister and vicious groin kick from behind finally arrived.

The groin kick, also known as the cut-off descendants kick, has always been despised by righteous individuals. Yet Zhong Wu used such a despicable move openly, revealing his character.

Zhong Wu’s eyes gleamed with malice. Lin Xiao’s swift defeat of Xin Ping, Shan Dagong, and Li Yunwei shocked him, but precisely because of this, he had no intention of stopping.

In Zhong Wu’s mind, Lin Xiao could barely fend off three people’s attacks simultaneously. Facing this groin kick from behind, he absolutely couldn’t dodge.

As long as he was hit, even if Lin Xiao were a god, he’d fall.

Malicious thoughts swirled in Zhong Wu’s mind, his kick accelerating, about to strike Lin Xiao.

At this moment, Zhong Wu felt a blur before his eyes. Lin Xiao suddenly vanished.

“Where is he?”

Zhong Wu’s kick hit empty air, his pupils contracted, heart racing, looking around in panic, but couldn’t see Lin Xiao.

“He’s behind you!”

Xin Ping, charging fiercely, let out an urgent and angry roar, with a hint of panic.

Zhong Wu shuddered, didn’t turn around or attack, but without hesitation lunged forward, intending to roll away.

This was indeed the correct response, but just as his body moved, his neck was grabbed from behind by Lin Xiao.

Zhong Wu’s face turned pale, eyes bulging, letting out a terrified scream, his body struggling like an enraged wild boar.

However, Lin Xiao’s five fingers were firmer than iron clamps. No matter how Zhong Wu struggled, they didn’t budge. With a slight exertion, he lifted Zhong Wu’s tall body overhead.

Zhong Wu’s face reddened, legs flailing, hands gripping Lin Xiao’s palm, using all his strength to pry Lin Xiao’s fingers open, but it was futile.

Lin Xiao’s gaze was cold and merciless. With Zhong Wu held high in his hand, he appeared like a deity or demon.

Xin Ping and Shan Dagong gasped, instinctively halting, staring in shock at the scene before them.

“This, this, this…”

In the crowd, Jiang Shiliu stared dumbfounded at Lin Xiao and Zhong Wu in his grasp, almost unable to believe his eyes.

Nangong Hao, Li Chengkun, Wu Donglai, and others reacted similarly, mouths agape as if struck by lightning.

Lin Xiao’s strength far exceeded their imagination.

Four Dark Force experts not only failed to harm Lin Xiao but were crushed effortlessly.

Whether it was Li Yunwei wailing on the ground or Zhong Wu struggling in Lin Xiao’s grasp, both seemed to mock their foolishness and overestimation.

Lin Xiao was unaware of Jiang Shiliu and the others’ thoughts, nor did he care.

He was observing Zhong Wu’s profile with interest; his expression, if described, was like a mischievous child observing an ant underfoot.

“Spare… spare… me…”

Zhong Wu glanced at Lin Xiao with pleading eyes, struggling to utter a few words.