Although he has no legs, he still has a pair of hands, and he can still bounce himself up by placing his hands on the ground.

Since he is in the devil's path, he certainly has one or two desperate evil tricks. He no longer has a crutch in his hand, but his palms are red as if they are dripping with blood.

This palm has almost reached the power of his heyday, and even if the Demon Girl reincarnates, he may not be able to take over.

Su Yang was already too close to him and had no time to dodge. Even if he could kill him with one sword, he would still be hit by the palm.

Su Yang did not hide or retreat.

Su Yang withdrew his sword and raised his palm.

At this moment, the drunkard's power, magical power, and spiritual power have been exerted to the extreme.

A thunderous strike.

This palm is already the pinnacle of Su Yang's life.

The two palms intersected, like a slap in the face. There was a muffled sound, and a cloud of blood mist exploded at the intersection of the palms.

The palm lines of Su Yang's right palm were completely cracked;

Half of Xue Hubei's palm was neatly severed from the middle as if it had been cut by a knife. The whole person, no, half of the person flew out upside down, screaming and hitting the last wall in the small courtyard.

Su Yang shouted loudly and rushed forward.

The moment Xue Hubei was pressed against the wall, Su Yang's second palm had already arrived and hit him hard on the chest.

The wall behind Xue Hubei shook.

The second palm has not ended yet, the third palm has arrived again.

The fourth palm, the fifth palm, the sixth palm...

Su Yang seemed to be going crazy, striking hard with one palm after another. With each palm struck, the wall would shake violently.

The entire wall was shaking and groaning.

Xue Hubei was unable to even moan, and could only watch his chest slowly collapse.

After an unknown number of palms, Su Yang finally stopped. His face was covered with blood, and he stood in front of Xue Hubei with his head lowered, looking like a madman.

Xue Hubei did not fall from the wall. He pressed against the wall. The wall tiles behind him were torn apart. The flesh of his back was completely protruding. However, his chest and abdomen were deeply sunken, and his whole body was embedded in the wall.

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His seven orifices had begun to spurt blood outwards. One of his eyeballs protruded out, and the eye sockets were covered with blood stains. The other one had long been knocked out of the eye socket and hung on his cheek.

His mouth was so big that he seemed to be talking.

He was really talking. He knew that he was dead, and even the nine gods and demons appearing at the same time could not save him.

"I'll pay back what I owe you," he said.

"You didn't return it, I took it back myself." Su Yang said coldly.

Xue Hubei wanted to say something more, but couldn't say anything anymore. He tilted his head and died like a pile of rotten meat hanging on the market table.

Su Yang turned around and limped towards the broken tree.

There was a rumble behind him, and the last wall in the small courtyard was finally overwhelmed and fell down.

After only taking three or five steps, Su Yang's feet became weak and he finally fell to the ground.

He supported his body with both hands, crawled under the broken tree little by little, gently brushed away the dead leaves that fell on the package, and said with a smile: "Two legs, one life, I will help you get them back."
Chapter completed!