C1116 Death of Xia Dong

"You really think you can beat me?" Xia Dong also couldn't help but sneer.

As he spoke, he reached out with his hand to turn up the sleeves of his shirt layer by layer, folding them without even the slightest crease.

But the other party only replied with three Wood Silo sounds.

However, the moment the opponent raised his arm, Xia Dong felt a sliver of danger. Then he stopped his hand movement