Uncle Fu's gaze finally withdrew. Zhao Dong gasped for breath. Now he finally understood how terrifying the disparity in strength across realms could be! He had no doubt that Uncle Fu could take his life with a single move!
"So you are Zhao Dong?" Uncle Fu asked coldly.
Zhao Dong took a deep breath and said resolutely, "Yes, I am Zhao Dong, Lin Qingyun's man!"
A mocking smirk appeared on Uncle Fu's face. "You are merely an ant, yet you dare claim to be the Young Lady's man? You're truly seeking death!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Uncle Fu instantly leaped from his chair. His palm, accompanied by a draconic roar, shot directly toward Zhao Dong's chest!
Zhao Dong's heart skipped a beat as he scrambled to block, but the power of the strike far exceeded his imagination. His body felt as if it had been slammed by a heavy truck, and he was sent flying backward with a loud BANG.
