"Fuck, that hurts!"
Xu Nian clutched his swollen arm and forced out a sentence through gritted teeth, fresh blood still clinging to the corner of his mouth.
Just now, he had used the Dragon King Fist, but he was still far from being able to contend with the Body General before him.
This guy was too strong; the gap in strength simply couldn't be bridged so easily.
"To be able to unleash such formidable combat strength with the cultivation of the Six-star Martial Sect and the Three-star Body Sect, you truly are the first I've seen in my life, and you're only sixteen years old. I really can't imagine how far you will have matured by the time you reach my age. But you no longer have that chance, you shouldn't have killed the Second Young Master," the short-haired middle-aged man said as he slowly walked toward Xu Nian, his eyes radiating killing intent.