It was this step that led to a completely different outcome for him and Wei Xingshan.
Master Kulao's fists were like cannon hammers, smashing towards the wooden man.
Bang, bang, two dull thuds.
His fists crashed into the wooden man, like tofu hitting a train speeding at 180 km/h, shattering his fists instantly.
Before he could even scream, he felt a shadow envelop him as the wooden man grabbed his head.
With a crack, Master Kulao was crushed into a bloody pulp.
Two swift moves, killing two masters.
Nobody reacted in time.
Everyone stood there, stunned, drenched in sweat.
Zhao Wuxing, who had been coldly observing and even gloating, was now standing dumbfounded.
Zhao Huanglong's smile transformed instantly, almost fainting on the spot.
Qi Tiankuang, who had always maintained a smile, now felt as if he had been slapped hard, humiliated.
Madam Qi was the fastest to react.
She sighed softly in her heart.
