The sound of breaking wind sounded one after another, and each blow was accompanied by blood stains.
Yang Hua's pain became even worse, his whole body was shaking uncontrollably, and his whole body seemed to have lost strength and fell to the ground uncontrollably.
Seeing him like this, the attendant laughed suddenly and said again, "You are begging for mercy. If you beg for mercy, I will let you go. I..."
"Crack!"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a resistance coming from his hands.
Looking closely, he saw that Yang Hua suddenly grabbed his whip with his other hand. He didn't know where the strength came from.
The poisonous gas from the whip had soaked into his hands, and the fingertips were faintly black.
However, even so, Yang Hua's hand remained motionless, and the expression on his face was cold.
Seeing this, the follower immediately narrowed his eyes, and a strong malice slowly rose from his heart.
"You know what?"
His tone was very calm, but it contained an unspeakable resentment that made people feel a chill in their backs.
"The most disgusting thing for me is people like you!"
"You think you are superior to others, but in fact, except for your family background, you are nothing!"
After he finished speaking, he used his spiritual power to input into the whip.
Immediately afterwards, the whip in Yang Hua's hand suddenly seemed to explode, crackling and exploding, directly exploding his hand, and dozens of bloody holes were blown out of his body.
"ah!!!"
This time, Yang Hua finally couldn't control himself and yelled several times, and fell heavily to the ground.
"Ha ha ha ha......"
Seeing his miserable appearance, the attendant burst out laughing.
Then, he randomly found a sword from the side and approached Yang Hua step by step.
"Are you in a lot of pain now? Do you really want to die?"
"I am a very kind person, and I hate seeing others suffer the most..."
As he spoke, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and the sword he held in his hand suddenly stabbed Yang Hua in the heart.
"Then I will make it happen for you!"
"Crack."
Just when the sword tip was about to penetrate Yang Hua's heart, a stone suddenly flew over from a distance and blocked the sword tip.
"Peng."
The next moment, the follower immediately took a few steps back, and the sword in his hand was knocked away by the force coming from the stone.
He immediately turned around and looked fiercely in the direction where the stone came from, with a flash of caution on his face.
"who!"
"brush."
As soon as he finished speaking, a figure fell in front of Yang Hua.
A warm spiritual power fell on him, instantly stopping Yang Hua's wounds.
Immediately afterwards, the spiritual power began to flow through his meridians and into his body, dispersing the poisonous gas in his body bit by bit.
But in the blink of an eye, Yang Hua's complexion became much better than before, and his breath became calmer.
"Who are you?"
Looking at the man protecting Yang Hua, a look of vigilance flashed across the face of the attendant.
He knew very well how difficult the poison in his hands was. If an ordinary monk wanted to dispel it, it would be impossible to do so without using those precious elixirs.
However, this person was able to disperse most of them just by relying on his spiritual power...
