Bai Wuchang was even angrier when he heard Lin Mu's words; did the opponent just play with him just now? This is too infuriating, it's simply ignoring and humiliating him.
"Go to hell!"
Bai Wuchang shouted angrily, and once again threw a furious punch at Lin Mu. Lin Mu dodged Bai Wuchang's heavy blow, and in the next second, Lin Mu's lightning-fast speed flashed past Bai Wuchang's front, and Bai Wuchang felt the threat coming from behind. Just as he was about to turn around, he realized it was too late; compared to Lin Mu, his speed was still at a huge disadvantage. How big was the gap? Simply put, Lin Mu could leave his opponent three streets behind!
So, before Bai Wuchang could react, Lin Mu struck Bai Wuchang's back heart with a palm. As soon as the palm hit, a sweet and bitter warmth surged instantly, but Bai Wuchang still held back the blood welling up and did not spit it out.
