"Idiot, remember one thing: if you don't have control, it's better to keep a low profile."
Su Xuan said, clearly annoyed, and slapped again, leaving the guy bewildered.
Su Xuan actually held quite a grudge against Iron Blood; if it weren't for Iron Blood, Shen Ruoqiu wouldn't have gotten into trouble in the first place.
Feeling it wasn't enough, he slapped again, making the guy see stars.
"Ah, I'll fight you to the end."
Iron Blood, being called Iron Blood, was naturally no pushover, coming from a military background with some strength. Back then, if it weren't for Shi Xingyu, Jing Zhongling might not have managed alone.
As Iron Blood leaped up, Su Xuan's eyes flashed violently, and he kicked out swiftly. With a bang, the guy flew out like a ball, crashing into a broken temple pillar and breaking it. Immediately, with a crash, a large part of the already dilapidated roof collapsed, burying Iron Blood underneath.
"Captain, what's going on?"
