"No!" Lin Qingyun screamed, tears streaming from her eyes.
However, it was to no avail. Wei Wu didn't pause for even a fraction of a second, appearing instantly before Zhao Dong. Without a word, his palm struck Zhao Dong's chest!
BANG!
With a muffled thud, Zhao Dong's body contorted violently as he sprayed out a mouthful of blood. That palm strike had sealed his fate. Wei Wu sneered, confident that Zhao Dong would die from this blow.
However, no one noticed a blood-red light flicker in Zhao Dong's eyes. It was as if his very blood was burning. His once lifeless gaze now held the terror of a primordial beast.
It all happened in an instant. Wei Wu sensed that something was wrong and immediately tried to retreat, but Zhao Dong suddenly shot up. His fist, carrying a pressure ten thousand times more terrifying than before, slammed into Wei Wu's chest!
BANG!!
The dull impact shook the hearts of everyone present.
