Bab 629: The Dark Castle

Moye was not prepared for this. He had been able to improvise some form of defense at the beginning, but Lie Jintian's attacks quickly battered it. Even the strongest defense could not hold off attacks forever. Lie Jintian's battle arts were a result of generations of accumulation over centuries; every move was a divine intervention that went beyond the measures of a normal attack, be it in terms of speed or intensity.

A normal attack wouldn't be of use in this battle anyway. 

KOM!

The red lotus bloomed again. 

Brimming with energy, Lie Jintian rounded his eyes and mouth, snarling as he punched at Moye's head with abandon. With a loud and crisp bone-crunching sound, Moye's head lolled unnaturally to one shoulder. His body stopped all motions, arms hanging about like a ragdoll. Then, as quickly as the first attack had come, the second attack landed on his chest, and the force threw him onto the ground.