"Damn it!"
Song Yun felt as if he had just been hit by a car, a sharp discomfort spreading through his chest.
Almost simultaneously, his body swiftly retreated a few steps.
Moo!
A pure moo sound escaped from Song Yun's mouth.
Hiss.
The sharp sound pierced through the moo that Song Yun emitted, and now, it felt as if the sound had turned tangible, causing Song Yun's entire body to halt abruptly.
A mouthful of blood spurted out directly from Song Yun's mouth.
"Damn it!"
Song Yun stared at the old man in shock. This was too mystical, wasn't it? Although low-frequency sounds had some power, he had never seen a low-frequency sound with such great power before. It made him vomit blood immediately; how was he supposed to continue?
"Forgot to mention,"
the old man looked at Song Yun and said with a smile, "Back in the Martial World, they gave me a nickname: Sound Demon..."
"Damn it!"
