C1397 Yun Yang's Methods

cutie's words were like a heavy punch to his chest.

His breathing quickened.

His eyes were wide open as he looked at cutie. He wanted to say something, but what he spat out was blood. cutie had never used a martial skill, but his bones and tendons were still shattered.

It wasn't just him.

Anyone who ascended the stage would be the same as the cutie.

Because he wanted to establish his might