Thud! This poor guy was really having a rough time; he had just been kicked by Ziwei, and now Changlin had taken a swing at him, sending him flying straight into the wall.
His body hit the wall solidly, and the pain was excruciating, far worse than what Qian Ziwei had delivered.
"Stop," the bespectacled man finally reacted violently, his sharp voice directed at Li Changlin while he turned his head and yelled, "Help my brother up!"
Then, the bespectacled man spun back around, glaring coldly at Li Changlin, "Kid, do you realize you're playing with fire?"
"Do you believe what your brother just said?" Li Changlin was hardly intimidated by the other party. If it had been a few days earlier, he might have been cautious.
But now, having cultivated the Nine Yang Divine Art to its second level and consumed eleven Ginseng Fruits, his martial skills were formidable, even surpassing those of a Dark Energy Expert.
