C1918 A Fist That Bloomed on His Face!

A punch blossomed across his face.

While they conversed, Yin Donglou staggered to his feet, his expression a picture of bewilderment.

"My head is killing me!"

Clutching his head, his features twisted in agony, he groaned.

"What in the world happened?"

Yin Donglou strained to piece together the recent events.

"I was in a duel with Zhang Xing