Huang Xiaoxian cried a blood-curdling cry. The stomp crumbled the only breast bones that were still holding up the shape of his chest. There was not a single rib that was not broken or fractured.
BANG!
Then, Chu Feng swept the ground with his other foot, sending the crippled man flying in the air. It was a deadly blow as it fractured his arms as well as his spinal cords. The injury was internal, and it was severe.
"Interesting. Aren’t you just a yellow weasel? Demonstrate to me what else you’ve got besides that flying knife," Chu Feng said.
"I’ll kill you!!" Huang Xiaoxian screamed as he toppled over and writhed in agony on the ground. His mouth was full of blood; his body was in a spasm, and because of the pain, sweat had soddened his clothes.
He had never suffered so much since the start of his life.
