Prince Wei He laughed malevolently, his entire being like a cannonball shot forth, an Iron Fist wrapped in endless black Qi, heavily smashing into Mo Xue Ming's chest.
Wei He's speed was incredibly fast, like lightning. Mo Xue Ming, enduring the pain, attempted to stand up, but it was too slow.
With a crack, bang, Mo Xue Ming, like a kite with its string cut, was sent flying by a punch!
Mo Xue Ming's chest bone collapsed instantly at a speed visible to the naked eye, a mouthful of blood burst from Mo Xue Ming's mouth. One of the Top Ten Young Masters of Kunlun, so easily beaten up.
But Wei He's moves didn't end there!
Wei He's eyes, like the eyes of a devil, sharp like a king cobra, filled with a chilly aura. He was like a god of slaughter, brutal and fierce, the Evil Qi he emanated almost becoming tangible.
Wei He, like a black light of death, aggressively chased after Mo Xue Ming as he flew backward, landing punch after punch on Mo Xue Ming's body!
