THUMP!
THUMP!
Two muffled thuds rang out almost simultaneously.
Xu Yang's Qi-Blood scattered under the impact. His clothes exploded, revealing bronze skin as his bones and muscles roared. His body trembled uncontrollably, and he took a massive step forward, his Qi-Blood surging like crashing waves.
At the exact same moment, his large hand tore through Du Ziming's Protective Gang Yuan and slapped him ruthlessly across the face.
SLAP!
A crisp smack echoed as Du Ziming's head was knocked sideways. His mind buzzed, his cheek turned numb, and the coppery taste of blood filled his mouth. Unable to hold it in, he spat out several teeth along with a mouthful of blood.
"You deserve to die!" Du Ziming was consumed by sheer fury. The killing intent he had deliberately concealed erupted from his body.
