With a crisp CRACK, Di Bu was sent flying sideways, blood spewing from his mouth. His head plunged into the snow, and after twitching a couple of times, he went still.
Tuzha and the other three paled in shock, not expecting Zhao Lin to be so formidable.
Their intelligence indicated Zhao Lin's cultivation was in the initial stages of the Blood Realm, but he now appeared to be at the First Layer of the Blood Realm. That, however, was a minor detail; to them, the difference was negligible. But why was he so physically powerful?
What surprised them even more was that Zhao Lin, facing an attack from all five of them, remained calm and composed, completely unfazed. In just a few moves, he had beaten Di Bu to within an inch of his life.
'And he's not even twenty?'
'No wonder the Grand Elder wants him dead...'
