"You two. What were your names again?"
His calm voice echoed in the center of the street as an imperceptible breeze drifted by.
Zhao Dongwu and Zhou Lin's expressions froze for a moment, then twisted with annoyance and cold fury.
"You're courting death!"
Instantly enraged, Zhou Lin shot forward in a single bound.
He had already planned to teach the guy a lesson and test the foundation of the Jinshi Boxing Hall. Now that this man dared to look down on him, there was even less reason to hold back!
SWOOSH!!
A sharp, whistling wind tore through the air, stirring up a gust that made the weeds in the greenbelts on either side sway.
A layer of white vapor seemed to swirl around his Palm Seal, descending like a Cangyun cloud, making one's hair stand on end with a sense of crisis.
This move was a killing blow, a complete abandonment of all pretense.
'This kid is dead for sure.'
