"You bastard! I'll fight you to the death!"
Tie Mingyuan's eyes were practically splitting with rage. He roared and charged recklessly at Ma Zhiyong.
However, with his strength as a Third-level Martial Artist, he was no match at all. Ma Zhiyong easily kicked him to the ground.
Ma Zhiyong planted his foot on Tie Mingyuan's face and said contemptuously, "Look at you, like a dead dog. What can you do? Huh? What can you do?"
Just then, the opposite wall suddenly collapsed with a BOOM. A tall figure shot into the room like a cannonball and wrapped Ma Zhiyong in a bear hug.
Ma Zhiyong struggled with all his might, unleashing powerful Primordial Power from his entire body.
But to his horror, he found it was completely useless. The arms holding him didn't loosen in the slightest—they didn't even budge!
The dust settled.
Only then did they see clearly that the one holding Ma Zhiyong wasn't a person, but a tall puppet!
