Before Sun Tianyang, that beast, could cry for help, the man in the bronze mask leapt into the air and delivered a kick toward Sun Tianyang's head.
An intense black wind accompanied the kick, filled the air, and though the foot hadn't yet reached his head, the force of it already caused Sun Tianyang's eardrums to ache unbearably.
"Snap!"
"Spurt!"
With the force of half a bull's strength behind it, the kick sent Sun Tianyang spitting blood. His body flew like a cut-string kite, smashing hard against the wall.
Immediately, his head and his body, under the bronze-masked man's powerful foot, collided with the wall like a watermelon bursting open, blood gushing out as he coughed violently.
And Nangong Bing, too, was frightened by the man in the bronze mask's kick.
Although Nangong Bing had seen much of the world, she had never seen such a ferocious person! Her eyes widened and her face turned deathly pale as she watched.
