"Hmph!"
Wu Baihu's face suddenly changed, he groaned, took several steps back, clutching his chest, eyes wide open in disbelief as he looked at Yang Chen. A sweet taste surged up his throat, and he spit out a mouthful of fresh blood.
This elbow strike had already caused him internal injuries, and his ribs were cracked. Any movement would be excruciatingly painful.
"You!" Wu Baihu pointed at Yang Chen, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.
Wu Baihu's expression was furious. It wasn't that he wanted to kneel; the intense pain made it impossible for him to stand, causing him to kneel uncontrollably.
Yang Chen, seeing this, sneered coldly, "Kneeling now? Too late!"
"Who wants to kneel to you! I'll kill you! Today, you must die!" Wu Baihu was so angry he almost spat blood.
