"Crack!"
Accompanied by the sound of bones cracking, Zhang Hu's ear-piercing scream echoed in the air as his right knee was shattered by Lu Tianxing's kick, leaving only some flesh connected, which looked particularly shocking.
At this moment, the look Zhang Hu gave Lu Tianxing was not only one of alarm but more of sheer terror. In Zhang Hu's eyes, Lu Tianxing looked no different from a devil emerging from hell, especially with the gaze he cast upon him, as if looking at a dead man, devoid of emotion. This kind of gaze can only be felt on those who kill mercilessly because, in such people's hearts, human life is worthless, like weeds, unable to stir any inner emotions.
