To be able to shatter the head of a fourth-grade golden gong fan with a single slap, what kind of terrifying cultivation was this?
Xu ningyan, he, what rank is he now?
An absurd idea flashed through everyone's mind, but they immediately suppressed it, not allowing it to emerge, because it was too crazy, absurd, and defying common sense.
Zhu chengzhu's face was as white as a sheet of paper. His lips trembled slightly. His entire body was like a tree branch swaying in the wind. He could not stop trembling.
His father, who he had worshipped like a god, who he had relied on and was a rank-four martial artist, had been killed by a single slap from this man.
It wasn't any harder than killing an ant.
A huge fear exploded in Zhu chengzhu's heart. He suddenly quivered, and a foul-smelling liquid flowed down from his crotch.
"Go back and I won't kill you. Otherwise, you will end up like Zhu Yang."
Xu Qi 'an looked at Zhao Jinluo.
