Triceratops Pa Zhao, a legend among the top martial artists, had an exceedingly sharp eye and immediately discerned that although Luo Yusheng was formidable, he was no match for him.
"If you seek death, that's beyond help," he said.
Triceratops Pa Zhao sneered.
As Luo Yusheng's arm shot towards him swiftly, he didn't pause for a moment, his eyes flashing with a chilling light, as he continued to surge forward with a thunderous roar.
Just as Luo Yusheng's arm was about to touch his eye, Triceratops Pa Zhao suddenly raised his hand and delivered a palm strike forward.
Bang!
A dull thud sounded as Triceratops Pa Zhao's palm, coming later but arriving first, squarely hit Luo Yusheng's wrist, causing his arm to crack and then skew.
"That hurts."
Luo Yusheng's face contorted, his arm dangling limply as his wrist swelled up, glowing red and transparent, which was extremely horrifying.
"Your strength is too weak," Triceratops Pa Zhao sneered.
