Bab 1539: All Black-bellied Masters

"This is called the bone-corroding hand. It feels pretty good, doesn't it?" Gongxi kuangdao grinned. This was the trump card of the Gongxi clan. Back when they were in the demonic dimension, even the demons with thick skin couldn't withstand it.

"You ... You ..." Xiang yuanmu's eyes were full of blood and tears, but he couldn't say a complete sentence. His meridians, bones, and bones were twisted and deformed, and bursts of pain came from them. In an instant, the last bit of Yuan Qi in his body was drained.

Gongxi kuangdao used his actions to give Xiang yuanmu the most vivid lesson: So what if he was a Grandmaster? His ability to resist pain was not necessarily stronger than that of ordinary people. Moreover, his strength had been sharply reduced due to his serious injuries and he was no longer a Grandmaster. In Ling Chuxi's words, no matter how high one's Kung Fu was, one would still be afraid of a vegetable knife.