"Haha, using a brick? Do you think this is a kids' brawl? You won't hit me with that," Mo Qingyun said, quite speechless. The Evil God really lived up to his name, resorting to throwing bricks.
Just as his words fell, with a "bang," a brick squarely hit his back, the pain was scalding.
He turned his head only to see two more bricks hurtling towards him; it turned out that Long Qie and Titan were following suit, tossing bricks too. The one that had hit him was thrown by Titan—the guy was seriously strong, almost making him cough up blood.
"Bang bang bang..."
The three-pronged brick attack left Mo Qingyun helpless and completely defenseless, without a shred of safety.
After being hit repeatedly, his face swelled up like a huge pig's head, utterly at others' mercy.
"Evil God, if you're so brave, fight me one-on-one. Bullying with numbers doesn't make you a hero!"
