Dongfang Luo glared at Wang Hao, demanding angrily, "Wang Hao, it was just a friendly exchange, why did you have to be so ruthless?"
Wang Hao sneered coldly, "Heh, old timer, are your eyes failing you, or what? He was the one who started with a deadly strike. In the end, when he couldn't match my skills, you blame me?"
"Damn it, you..." Before he could finish his sentence, Dongfang Luo became so agitated that his anger caused him to spit out a mouthful of fresh blood on the spot.
Seeing the high and mighty Dongfang Luo vomiting blood, everyone present was stunned.
Instantly, the crowd below was in disarray. There were various exclamations and screams, one after another.
Wang Hao hadn't expected the old man to be so unreasonable, spitting blood to scare people at the drop of a hat.
He shook his head with a smile and then turned to walk towards the stage below.
The people below looked at Wang Hao with awe in their eyes, none daring to meet his sharp gaze.
