"You little punk, now you know how tough I am, daring to act tough in front of me? Watch me kick your head like a soccer ball!" Ye Wutian boasted proudly and charged forward, lifting his right foot as if to kick a football towards the Poisoned Corpse's head.
"Bang!"
The kick was like striking an iron ball; it made a dull sound. Instead of being kicked away, the Poisoned Corpse's head remained in place while Ye Wutian clutched his foot, crying out in pain.
It wasn't long before the wounds on the Poisoned Corpse's knees completely healed. It got up from the ground, spewing green flames from its mouth, and growling lowly, appearing very angry.
Seeing the Poisoned Corpse so ferocious, Ye Wutian didn't dare to be careless. He quickly retreated, but the Poisoned Corpse pounced like a leopard towards him.
Ye Wutian raised his right hand, gathered a Qi Needle, and threw it at the Poisoned Corpse's knee.
"Swoosh!"