Male superiority and female superiority: forced love

Countless broken tiles and frames flew into the air, and the soul-stirring music shook the clouds.

In an instant, the weather changed suddenly, and the bright light became dim.

The weaker ones in the Zhenbei Palace began bleeding from all seven orifices, and the next second their pupils gradually turned gray.

Xiang Ge and Wu Shuhong no longer wanted to fight, and they retreated and hurriedly took their wives away.

"Where are you going!" He Congjian, furious, raised his iron fan high and flew towards the four people. He Tuoling and Wang Renmei, seeing this, flew up again and attacked with their swords as soon as their feet touched the ground, trying to buy them a chance of survival.

Wu Shuhong had to protect his wife's heart with one hand and block the lightning-fast attack with the other, making it difficult for him to move.

"Don't worry about me, go help Dad!" Xiang Wanrong swallowed the blood in her throat and looked anxiously at her mother who was on the verge of death and her father who was on the verge of collapse.

The two children in the east were not optimistic either. His daughter-in-law had no martial arts foundation, and his son had given most of his internal energy to her, and he was almost unable to hold on.

Faced with such a powerful enemy, Wu Shuhong was in a dilemma. Violent true energy leaked out from his body, pushing Xiang Wanrong and his father-in-law and mother-in-law towards the ancestor of Xuantian Sect, determined to block this terrifying energy to the death.

At the critical moment, Yan Shanting flew into the air and knocked the iron fan off by an inch, helping the violent true energy to return fire to its owner.

"What?" He Congjian looked at the black-clothed boy who suddenly appeared in disbelief. His features were ferocious beneath his ghostly face. He lashed out with two fatal palm strikes and shouted, "You're looking for death! I'll grant you your wish!"

The Xuantian Sect disciples were terrified. The previous palm strike must have exhausted the Sect Master's remaining strength, leaving him unable to withstand the Ghost-Faced Elder's second attack. He desperately tried to break free by shaking off the Ghost-Faced Elder's disciples.

Master Chen was eager to save people, so he resolutely pulled himself in front of Yan Shanting, his eyes bloodshot and pushed out with his palm.

"You dare to hurt my master, you will be killed!"

The wind roared, and the broken tiles and tiles in the air rolled into two dragon-shaped circles and crushed towards the two palm winds.

He Congjian didn't expect that some of them still had the energy to spare. It was too late for him to use more powerful moves. He was forced to retreat a hundred feet on his heels and flew out of the Zhenbei Palace.

Xiang Yunchi, Wu Shuhong and King Zhenbei seized the opportunity, picked up their three wives and quickly dodged towards the hard-earned escape route.

"Huh? Want to leave?" Before he finished speaking, Bai Heng had already shaken Ji Zhiya away and appeared in front of the six people in a flash.

A giant palm was raised high, tearing through the void and pressing down towards Ruan Chuyin and Xiang Yunchi's heads.

Wu Shuhong's expression suddenly changed. He sent his wife, father-in-law and mother-in-law away from the palace with one palm, and resolutely stood in front of his son.

The overwhelming force instantly cut him into a bloody mess. Fortunately, Bai Heng only intended to kill Xiang Yunchi and did not want to kill Ruan Chuyin, giving Ji Zhiya the opportunity to rescue her from the giant palm in time.

A high-level resurrection pill popped from his fingertips into Wu Shuhong's mouth to protect his severely injured heart meridian.

Xiang Yunchi held the little white rabbit in one hand and supported his unconscious father with the other, and was forced to return to the original place again.

"Yun Chi, I'm going with them, stop fighting." Ruan Chuyin broke free from her husband's arms, knelt in front of her father-in-law and burst into tears.

The people in the ghost realm are too strong. If the fighting continues, everyone here will die!

High in the sky, Ge Yinghan saw the tragic scene below him. He was filled with rage and burst out with incredible strength. With a palm, he shook off the two elders of the Ghost Realm and landed beside Ji Zhiya. He said anxiously, "My friend, you are no match for Bai Heng. Leave this to me. You can just hold one of the other two back. Don't fight head-on."

"Master!" Ruan Chuyin called out heartbreakingly.

"Master, I'm a powerful being. I won't die. But when will those people your grandfather mentioned arrive?" Ge Yinghan grew increasingly furious. Didn't the Sect Master send a message to Mantuo Mountain? Why haven't those seven arrived yet? He'd already singled out all the powerful men from the Ghost Realm. Why would he fight them when they arrived?

At this moment, three extremely disheveled figures fell back from the direction of the escape gate in the south.

"You weaklings, you think you can escape from my hands? Maybe in your next life!" He Congjian stood up from the darkness and blasted the four people who had just escaped back to their place of confinement. Because two of them were women, he hesitated for a moment and did not kill them.