Their palms collided, and a sonic boom erupted instantly!
Zhao Dong was immediately sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground as a trickle of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. In stark contrast, the lean man named A Sheng remained motionless, his expression as calm as still water. The difference in their strength was evident at a glance.
However, no one saw A Sheng's mouth twitch slightly. Though his body hadn't moved, Zhao Dong's palm strike had been formidable, leaving the web of A Sheng's hand with a dull ache.
Hong Wu watched this unfold with a faint smile before speaking to the fallen Zhao Dong. "Zhao Dong, you still have a chance to live if you surrender and beg for mercy now. I like your character, but you're too stubborn. I can give you that chance."
