Zhaang Ye's charge was immensely powerful. Even a rock weighing a hundred thousand jin would have been smashed to pieces. Shi Shuanglong never expected Zhaang Ye to employ such a savage tactic. Caught completely off guard, he was sent flying for over a hundred zhang before he finally bled off the momentum from the impact and hit the ground.
Shi Shuanglong's hair was a mess, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. He was both shocked and enraged. Blood rushed to his head, turning his face and eyes crimson.
Shi Shuanglong was shocked! 'How could Zhaang Ye's strength be so terrifying?!'
Shi Shuanglong was furious! 'I am a dignified Half-Step True Dao Expert! To be humiliated like this by a mere Martial Artist at the Peak of Martial Arts Ninth Layer… I refuse to accept it! I will wash away this shame with his blood!'
"ROAR!"
