As Zhao Fei fell to the ground, Pan Xiao'an rushed to his side, shouting:
"Brother Fei, are you okay?"
"Pu~~" The response to him was a mouthful of fresh blood from Zhao Fei.
The push from Lin Dong just now had a continuous strength, and although it was applied to his arm, it felt as if all his five internal organs and six hollow organs were about to shift.
He felt like he had been hit by a speeding truck, and he vomited blood immediately.
All this blood, it was all spit onto Pan Xiao'an's face.
With his face covered in fresh blood, Pan Xiao'an screamed, like a frightened rabbit.
Only after Martial Fool, Zhao Fei, had spat out blood, was he able to speak, "No wonder you're so bold, turns out you're a Practitioner!"
"This strength, I'm afraid it's already quite advanced!"
Zhao Fei, of course, knew the terror of those martial artists. Even a Tiger Ranking's Expert would be unharmed by him even if he used both hands.
