With his right hand wasted, Zhao Zhiyong's right side became his weakness; he couldn't mount any defense on that side at all.
Li Changlin's eyes narrowed slightly, his mind already made up.
"If you want to kill me, don't blame me, The Nearly Divine Tycoon, for not being polite!" Planting his feet firmly, Li Changlin's body agilely recovered its stance.
Then, he raised his fist and punched, hitting Zhao Zhiyong in the waist.
Crack! Crack!
Instantly, a crisp sound rang out—Zhao Zhiyong's ribs were broken in three places.
Following that, his body was blasted away, emitting a scream akin to a pig being slaughtered.
Although Zhao Zhiyong deployed his ultimate move, his strength was almost on par with Li Changlin; however, it was all in vain.
Li Changlin practiced the Nine Yang Divine Art, his internal strength was extremely strong and yang, far surpassing Zhao Zhiyong's strength by more than a notch.
Bang!
