"Who exactly are you? And what is your purpose here?" Tang Zhong's voice was ice-cold to the extreme.
At this moment, the black-clad Arrow God was pinned down by Tang Zhong's foot on his chest, pain roaming through his body until he finally coughed up blood. It felt as if he were being crushed by a mountain, completely unable to move.
Seeing the person before him, his eyes filled with sheer terror, he knew that this time he might have encountered real trouble.
"You'd best let me go, otherwise..." the black-clad Arrow God said.
But the next second brought forth more blood coughed up from his mouth.
Tang Zhong said nothing, lifting his foot and bringing it down again, each stomp aimed directly at the black-clad Arrow God's heart.
"That's not what I asked!" came Tang Zhong's frosty voice.
By this time, the black-clad Arrow God's eyes were bloodshot as he looked at Tang Zhong, now consumed by fear.
