"Ah..." A pig-slaughtering scream erupted from Zheng Guoxiong's mouth.
A bloody wound appeared on his body, and copious blood flowed out from the fingernail-deep gash.
"Damn! Can Old Dog not take it anymore? The real show has just begun," Zhang Xiaohao sneered.
He held a whip, continuously lashing it viciously across his body.
As he whipped fiercely, he cursed, "Dare to bully my brother, whichever hand did it, I'll chop off that hand. I'll make him taste a tenfold, hundredfold payback!"
"Ah! You little beast, don't be arrogant. When the people from Guan Martial Arts Hall arrive, everything you are forcing on me now, I will make you taste a tenfold, hundredfold payback!" Zheng Guoxiong bellowed maniacally, his face hideous.
"It seems it's still not painful! Let's go again," Zhang Xiaohao sneered.
He increased the strength in his palm, using fifty percent of his power.
The whip lashed onto Zheng Guoxiong's body, leaving a three-inch deep wound with each strike.
