"Brother Yuanren?"
Wudaosi looked down at the ground and saw Zhao Yuanren struggling to stand up. His face instantly filled with surprise.
"Brother Yuanren, you are a top expert who is half a step to Saint. Who could have forced you into such a state?"
To Wudaosi, who is just an ordinary Martial Dao Myth, Zhao Yuanren, who had reached Half-Step to Saint, should have been invincible in his eyes. It was inconceivable that he was injured like this.
"Cough cough!"
Just as Zhao Yuanren was about to speak, he immediately spit out a mouthful of blood and had to awkwardly wipe the blood from his mouth. With a look of resentment, he fixed his gaze on Tang Yi.
"This little bastard is too rude. I deliberately held back, never expecting him to ruthlessly try to finish me off with a sneak attack!"
