Zeng Yifan struggled to get up from the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his face pale.
Guan Yong withdrew his fist, letting out a soft exclamation: "You've actually reached the Grandmaster Realm? Still, it won't change the fact that you are doomed today."
As Guan Yong made to attack again, Zeng Yifan gritted his teeth. He knew he was no match but had no choice but to fight back, only to be hit by Guan Yong once more. Several ribs broke, and he was smashed to the ground again, rolling a few meters away, spitting out fresh blood.
"You overestimated yourself, utterly foolish! Zeng Yifan, don't blame me for being ruthless with you. Blame yourself for being so stupid and choosing to go against us! What benefits did that Su Chengyu give you that made you assist him so much? And now? You're about to die, can he save you?"
Guan Yong advanced, his foot pressing down on Zeng Yifan's chest. Zeng Yifan, severely wounded, was completely incapable of fighting back.