He gathered all the strength in his body and threw out a vicious palm strike.
But in the next instant, a force far more violent than the last surged forward.
In a mere instant, he felt the blow ravage his internal organs.
With a guttural cry, blood streamed from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.
"Still not dead?"
Fang Shuwen's voice held a note of keen interest.
But when Jue Tong heard this, a wave of despair washed over him.
'This man before me… He wasn't even taking this seriously!'
'But how is that possible?'
He had no time to dwell on it, because Fang Shuwen was already unleashing another palm strike.
This palm strike was different from the last two. It began without a sound, but his years of fighting in the Jianghu screamed at Jue Tong that he could not, under any circumstances, take this hit… If he did, he would die without a doubt!
But at this moment, even if he wanted to, there was nowhere to dodge.
