As Xing Mu's realization progressed, Lin Xiaotian was getting further away from him.
At the same time, his chest felt increasingly heavy.
There was a sweet taste in his throat, as if it could surge up at any moment.
Dong!
A tremendous sound spread, and everyone saw Xing Mu crash into the stone wall outside the arena at a very high speed.
Dust was immediately kicked up at the stone wall.
When the dust settled, Xing Mu's clothes were already soaked in blood red.
The twisted expression he had earlier now turned deathly pale.
His gaze was fixed ahead, the once arrogant eyes were no more.
Instead, they were filled with overwhelming fear.
Cough, cough…
With a bout of coughing, more blood trickled from Xing Mu's mouth.
Hiss...
Seeing Xing Mu's current state, the martial artists all gasped in shock.
It was unimaginable that just one strike could inflict such severe injuries on a mid-level Heaven-Rank Warrior.
