Splat.
Lin Fan's hammer bashed into Master Tan's head.
The impact created a huge hole in the head, with the dark steel of the hammer seated in the now concave area of Master Tan's cheek.
However, the scene of Master Tan's body going limp and falling onto the ground didn't happen.
Master Tan used his left hand and struck his palm at Lin Fan.
Thud.
The palm hit Lin Fan's chest, and he tumbled across the ground, with the dead bodies cushioning some of the impact.
Lin Fan felt the Qi in his dantian going haywire and running amok through all his meridian points.
"Argh..."
This caused immense pain, as if he was being bitten by savage dogs, tearing at his meridian points, and he felt a taste of iron in his throat.
Spit.
He spat out a mouthful of blood onto the ground.
With Lin Fan out of the way, all the tentacles shot at Ho Jie, and Master Tan's muscular hand hammered onto the ground repeatedly.
Boom.
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