In the midst of that Dragon Group disciple's manic laughter, their fists finally collided.
Suddenly, the face of the Dragon Group disciple turned from laughter to horror, and then, a series of bone-crushing sounds rang out. His arm split open, flesh ripped apart, and his bones shattered inch by inch, soon after, the Dragon Group disciple fell like a shooting star into the distance.
Boom!
The ground shook, and rocks crumbled down.
Chen Gaoming and the other Dragon Group disciples stood there dumbfounded.
A Dragon Group disciple rubbed his eyes—no eye boogers to be found, what he saw was real. So, was all this actually happening?
Yang Feiyue, who was standing in the distance, was equally shocked, his eyes round with disbelief.
The atmosphere around them grew strange.
A moment later, the Dragon Group disciples came to their senses. Chen Gaoming's expression darkened as he coldly gazed at Huang Xiaolong: "Kid, you dare to injure a Dragon Group disciple?"
