Accompanied by Wang Hao's thunderous voice, Zhou Tong's eyes were wide with fury, and like a kite with its string cut, he flew out heavily and even bent a willow tree in passing.
Wang Hao dusted off his hands and strode towards Zhou Tong.
Seeing a stone to his left, Zhou Tong suddenly grabbed it and hurled it viciously at Wang Hao.
No sooner had the stone reached midair than Wang Hao split it into two with a slap.
Realizing he was no match for Wang Hao, Zhou Tong took the opportunity to attempt an escape.
Wang Hao let out a cold laugh and said, "Hmm, do you think you can get away?"
Before his icy words had fully settled, Wang Hao's palm, sharp as a knife, sliced directly towards Zhou Tong's left arm.
"Crack!"
The crisp sound of breaking bones suddenly rang out, sending shivers down one's spine!
"This palm strike is for my brother!"
"Crack!"
"This palm strike is for your complicity in evil, the retribution you deserve!"
"Crack!"
"This palm strike is for An Xin!"
"Crack!"
