Li Xiaoyao's move, in the eyes of the audience, was undoubtedly akin to seeking death.
He dared to catch a full-powered punch from a Spirit Condensation Realm powerhouse with his bare hand.
But many others admired him for it. Regardless of whether Li Xiaoyao had the ability, at least he had the courage to fight back against Zhou Lu's attack—a feat that alone was worth pride.
However, what Li Xiaoyao wanted was more than just pride.
"Bang!"
The dull sound of fist meeting hand emanated from the clash between the two.
The next second, Li Xiaoyao's body was blasted away like a cannonball, creating a large crater in the ground, dust swirling around it.
Zhou Lu looked at his fist and smiled proudly, saying, "You little bastard, who do you think you are? Worthy of clashing with me?"
The surrounding crowd sighed repeatedly, for Li Xiaoyao being blasted to death by a punch seemed to have been expected all along.
