Seeing this, the man immediately threw a punch.
"Kid, you should feel honored to die by my hands!"
The wind from his fist whistled, thick with a murderous intent that terrified the onlookers into gasping aloud. But in the next moment, the terror on their faces twisted into pure astonishment!
Zhao Dong had nonchalantly raised his right hand and caught the man's fist, holding it in an iron grip. The man's face contorted in agony, his trembling eyes wide with a terror he couldn't hide.
"You... you're also a Great Grandmaster!" the man cried out.
Zhao Dong squeezed.
CRACK!
The man's fist was instantly crushed into a pulp.
"AHHH!" His scream tore through the air.
THUD!
Zhao Dong kicked out, sending the man's body flying backward. He then walked slowly over to Li Batian and sneered, "Young Master Li, was it? Do you still want me to kneel and apologize?"
