"Ah!" Duan Kun's wrist was broken, and his screams echoed.
Zhang Xiaomeng snorted lightly and kicked Duan Kun away with a flick of his foot.
Furious, Duan Kun stood up from the ground, his eyes blood-red, as if his blood and energy had reached their peak.
"Wow, surprisingly tough, he can still get up."
Zhang Xiaomeng's seemingly mocking words caused a shock among the martial arts masters present.
Which sect does this young man belong to, and how is he so powerful?
So young, yet so strong, he's totally dominating a group of people.
It's simply too abnormal.
Those who had been worried about Zhang Xiaomeng were now staring with their mouths agape.
Li Muling felt as if the world had brightened in her eyes, as she was still somewhat angry that Zhang Xiaomeng hadn't listened to her.
But seeing Zhang Xiaomeng being so dominant, her heart was suddenly filled with joy.
"Go for it, go for it, beat him to death!"
"Beat up that villain, how dare he ambush Master Ma."
