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
