Shen Zhou smiled, raised his hands, and slowly turned in a circle, "See that? I am indeed hardly injured. Hall Master Ma, you've really disappointed me. Is this the best you have to offer?"
"I'll give you another chance, let's see if you can come up with something even more impressive."
Ma Juntao gritted his teeth and suddenly swayed his body, disappearing all at once.
In the air, a more fierce whistling sound followed.
It seemed as if several invisible knives were slashing towards Shen Zhou.
Shen Zhou slightly closed his eyes and the corner of his mouth curled up with a mischievous smile.
Suddenly, his hand shot out like lightning toward the five o'clock direction and firmly grasped something.
An excruciating scream akin to that of a pig being slaughtered came from the air: "Let go of me, you're almost crushing my neck—quickly... quickly let go of me, I... I can't defeat you, I beg for mercy!"
Then, Ma Juntao's body appeared out of thin air.
The sight was quite comical.