"You thought you could trade blows with me? Pathetic!"
After bludgeoning Blood Evil to death with his Zen Staff, Wang Tianshuang spat disdainfully and turned to look at the not-so-distant, ferocious battle between Zhou Fan and Shen Kuang.
The two were moving so fast that even with Wang Tianshuang's strength, he could only barely track their lines of attack.
Taking a few slow steps forward, Wang Tianshuang gripped his Zen Staff with one hand and slammed it forcefully onto the ground. The sound rang clearly in the ears of everyone nearby. He then stood still, proud and unmoving, looking ready to join the battle at any moment.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Ying Wu and Ying Qi had finished off several of Luo Ming's subordinates. Their bodies were slightly crouched, poised to strike at a moment's notice. They fixed their sharp eyes on Shen Kuang, like cheetahs that had spotted their prey and were deciding when to pounce—a menacing sight.
