"Thump~~" A dull and loud sound, Golden Buddha Kuerzan flew in a reversed flight like a kite with a broken string, traced a long parabola, and finally fell heavily to the ground.
Fresh blood once again seeped from the corner of his Mouth, his Face pale as paper, clearly indicating that this blow had severely injured him.
On the contrary, Lin Dong stood like a steadfast rock, unmoved, and the ground beneath his feet did not tremble in the slightest due to his actions.
His eyes were calm and resolute, as if that recent strike was just a warm-up, and the real battle was just beginning.
"Next, it's my turn." Lin Dong's voice was icy and decisive, each word squeezed out from between his teeth.
His gaze locked onto Golden Buddha Kuerzan, as if he could completely see through him, "Just now, you made me spit a Mouthful of blood, Next, I want you to spit a hundred Mouthfuls of blood."
