Shock, terror, and utter disbelief gradually filled his eyes.
Zhao Dong's speed could only be described as terrifying, and it was not just his speed, but his power.
At this moment, Zhao Dong was showcasing the ultimate display of violent aesthetics. He was a former special forces operative, proficient in all manner of combat techniques. Bolstered by his Spiritual Energy, he was like the sharpest sword forged between heaven and earth.
Zhao Dong flickered into the crowd. A cold smile played on his lips, his eyes like chips of ice as he casually struck forward with his palm. Instantly, several bodies flew through the air, erupting in mists of blood.
When a fist whistled toward him from behind, Zhao Dong kicked backward without even turning his head.
BANG!
The man flew backward as if struck by a cannonball, crashing into one person after another.
