C259 The Ground-shaking Fist and the Sky and Wind Palm

"Chi!"

Jiang Shitang slapped the ground and jumped up.

"Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!"

After Jiang Shitang let out a miserable laugh, he bit the tip of his tongue, and spat out three mouthfuls of blood essence on his left hand.

After that, he tightly clenched his left fist.

A thick smell of blood spread out.

"Not to mention throwing away my hatred, as a martial artist