C63 What the F*ck Is This Donkey

Yang Hao blushed with shame. That black donkey of no rank was really a set. It even possessed the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. This name was quite impressive. However, the eighteen palm strikes he'd just executed didn't have any form of technique, nor were they martial arts. They were just ordinary palm strikes.

Glancing at Zhao Nianen, who didn't know whether he was dead or alive