Bang Boom!
On the wide highway, Hou Tong's figure smashed heavily onto the asphalt road, creating a huge deep pit, surrounded by webs of cracks.
"Pff."
Hou Tong spat out a mouthful of blood again in the pit, his face slightly pale.
"Brother Hou Tong!"
Seeing Hou Tong being slashed down by Qin Yang, Zhao Feng's eyes shrank, and he exclaimed.
"Only a few moves, Brother Hou Tong was defeated?! How is this possible?!"
Zhao Feng's face turned slightly ugly.
The three of them are core disciples of the Blood Evil Sect, all considered geniuses, yet Brother Hou Tong was defeated in a few moves by a cultivator from this indigenous plane.
Ling Yun's indifferent face also slightly condensed, a hint of coldness rising in his eyes.
"Ah ah ah... You little bastard, I'm going to tear you apart alive!"
Boom!
On the asphalt road, Hou Tong's body was wrapped in blood-colored spiritual power, roaring in fury as his figure rose violently.
