Bang!
Liang Cheng's body fiercely crashed to the ground, another mouthful of fresh blood spurted out, spraying directly onto the ground.
Liang Cheng glared viciously at Bai Xiaofan, struggling to lift his body.
But he failed to succeed, floundering on the spot like a half-dead wild dog.
A punch, a kick!
Breastbone shattered, severely injured beyond recovery!
Quiet!
Utter, profound silence!
The crowd watched Liang Cheng, who lay on the ground severely injured and unable to rise, and felt as if someone had fiercely punched them, shocking them nearly to death.
What the heck, is this some kind of performance?
A Nascent Soul Stage early master, actually reduced to severe injury by a mere Golden Core late-stage powerhouse with a punch and a kick, lying on the ground unable to even stand?
Especially since they vividly remembered that just moments ago, Liang Cheng had used his ultimate move, Sleeve Sword!
How could this be?
This was nothing like what they had anticipated!
