Mo Huasong nodded slightly and said, "Fine, I'll kill you with one punch."
"Huff." Wu Daxing didn't say much more, secretly swallowing a pill, bellowed out a cry, his muscles all bulged, his face pale.
Stargate has always been in the business, they have some powerful stuff.
The elixir Wu Daxing took can enhance his combat potential, but it will bedbound him for a month afterwards.
Moreover, Wu Daxing is also burning his own blood essence, although it will take him a year to recover afterwards, but to kill Mo Huasong, he's all in.
Now, Wu Daxing's attack had at least ten Dragon power, he wanted Mo Huasong to have no place to bury his body and die.
Little bastard, if you're so arrogant, I'll let you be arrogant. Wu Daxing saw that he had already taken the punch, and a powerful Palm Blade engulfed Mo Huasong, leaving Mo Huasong either dead or seriously injured. Only then did he secretly take pleasure in his accomplishment.
