With every step Su Chen took, there was a bloody footprint.
Kang Posha was stunned for a moment, but it was just that, a moment. After that, he snorted and raised his fist, unleashing Thousand Sects Fist once more.
"Little bastard, since you're so eager to meet the King of Hell, this young master will send you on your way!"
It happened quickly.
"Bang!"
Su Chen was sent flying backward again, even more tragic than before, with blood flowing out of his entire body and his whole arm shattered to the point where he looked like he had been picked up from a pile of corpses, were it not for his breath.
Meanwhile, Kang Posha was still almost unharmed, except for a swollen fist and a slightly pale face.
"Little bastard, you've got guts. Say 'refreshing' one more time!" Kang Posha raised his head proudly, hoping to see Su Chen begging for mercy, regretting, trembling, but unfortunately...
In his line of sight, Su Chen was once again rushing towards him.
