Long Qiuyu's expression changed drastically, for she had actually been holding back her power, fearing she might injure the innocent, but she had not expected the Dongyin people to be so vicious, striking at ordinary people so fiercely.
A touch of anger surged in her beautiful eyes.
"Po Jun!"
With a fierce cry, Long Qiuyu shot toward Number 9 like a bolt of lightning.
Boom!
Number 9 couldn't react in time and took a punch from Long Qiuyu right in the face.
This move from Long Qiuyu was a burst-type martial technique, extremely powerful.
Number 9's body was about to be sent flying backwards; just as it was about to take off, Number 8 suddenly extended a palm and braced it against Number 9's back.
The momentum of Number 9's backward flight was instantly neutralized, but even so, Number 9 was still shaken, feeling blood surge up, and a trickle of fresh blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
"Interesting."
