The air exploded like ripples on the surface of water.
"Phoo——"
Master Fang Zheng screamed and spat blood as if he had been suddenly hit sideways by an elephant, his palm bones shifted and broken, his elbows dented and twisted, and his tiger's mouth split and gushed with blood. He flew backward like a kite with a broken string.
All the spectators only felt a blur before their eyes.
Master Fang Zheng fell heavily to the ground like a dead fish, causing the ground to emit a dull bang. His face turned pale gray, and he vomited fresh blood, his snow-white beard stained with blood and dust, his eyes bulging as he died on the spot.
"Master Fang Zheng!!"
Cong Buqi's voice sounded like it came from his throat with fear, as if his spine had been broken, immediately collapsing, staring in disbelief at the fate of the abbot of the Shaolin branch temple right before his eyes.
This was Master Fang Zheng!
