BOOM!
Wu Tian threw a punch, followed by a deafening bang. The Second Elder's face turned deathly pale as he flew backward, scraping violently across the ground.
"The third punch!"
The Second Elder struggled to his feet, but before he could even catch his breath, Wu Tian's cold voice rang out again as another fist hurtled toward him.
At that moment, the Second Elder had lost all his previous composure. His face was a mask of panic, his eyes wide with fear. He desperately looked toward his disciples, hoping they would come and save him.
But not one of them stepped forward. Even his most beloved disciple, Lan Yun, turned his head to admire the scenery, pretending not to notice his master's gaze.
The Second Elder was stunned. How could things have turned out this way?
But it was too late. Wu Tian's terrifying fist was already upon him.
