A loud bang was heard!
The smile that was about to grab hold of Lie Huo Daoist was still hanging at the corner of his mouth.
Yet, the Old Man's punch had already broken his arm, driving his fist against his palm, landing hard on his face.
Directly, it smashed him from mid-air viciously to the ground.
Boom!!!
The ground shook with a thunderous roar.
After landing, the figure naturally bounced up, opened his mouth, and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Once he touched the ground again, he even tried to rise.
Just then a middle-aged man, who seemingly came out of nowhere, stood quietly at the street side watching him:
"If I were you, I'd lay down and rest for a while.
After all, this old man has infinite strength, even if you manage to get up, you will inevitably be beaten down again."
"...Who... who are you people?"
In fact, even without the middle-aged man speaking, he couldn't get up.
The punch was indeed too powerful.
