C1175 Who Said I Was Going to Kill You?

Punch after punch, Wang Zhenwei was forced to retreat continuously.

His chest grew increasingly tight, a relentless pressure bearing down on him, stealing his breath.

With a violent cough, he expelled a mouthful of blood and was hurled through the air, landing a hundred meters away. Collapsed on his knees, he clutched at his heart, his body convulsing.

"Sect Master!" Wang Zhao