Fang Cheng dusted off the back of his hand, his tone still cordial:
"Why don't you come try and see if I'm flesh and blood?"
"Yeah!"
Tied to the stake, Xu Hao, fearing peace in the world, stretched his neck and loudly added fuel to the fire:
"Old monster, stop bragging! If you have the guts, stand still and take my boss's two punches. See if he doesn't break those bones of yours to make a broth."
"What's the matter, afraid? Earlier your boasting was impressive, but turns out you're nothing but a cowardly old tortoise!"
"Rude!"
Jiang Chen's eyes flared with a bright green light as he angrily shouted.
Without turning his head, the bone spur on his right side suddenly extended, resembling a pale venomous snake tearing through the air, screeching sharply straight toward Xu Hao's throat.
The speed of the bone spur was so fast it was indistinguishable to the naked eye, the strong wind brushing painfully against the skin.
Xu Hao had no time to react, not even blinking.
