Despite Zhao Tianjie's body being strengthened numerous times, breaking through human limits and achieving extraordinary status, he was still shockingly spitting blood from his mouth.
Lin Beichen stood beside him, and before he could get up, Lin Beichen kicked out again.
There was a loud bang.
Zhao Tianjie, like a baseball being kicked away, suddenly hit a stone pillar and then bounced back fiercely, struggling on the ground like a piece of battered meat.
"Do you want to die?"
Lin Beichen walked step by step through the ruins with his hands in his pockets.
Zhao Tianjie's figure was very graceful, full of the air of a Grandmaster, while Lin Beichen looked merely like a student dressed for a trip.
Everyone present, whether from Wanniangfeng or the Medicine Immortal Pavilion, or any of the adventurers, dared not speak.
A few minutes ago, Zhao Tianjie was still arrogantly declaring that as long as he was there, no one would dare to bully Zhongcheng Hall.
Yet now?
