Yao Jingu struggled to raise his head after hearing his words. His eyes were partially covered in blood, so he could not see things clearly. Furthermore, the smell of smoke caused him to cough uncontrollably.
His internal organs began to hurt more every time he coughed. Nevertheless, he could not stop coughing up mouthfuls of blood.
He was suffering in silence.
Who would have thought that a high-and-mighty person like him would end up in such a situation!
He wiped away the blood in the corner of his eyes and looked at the young man in front of him.
The eyes of the young man were extremely cold and aloof, and it was as if he was indifferent to everything.
At that moment, he felt a surge of fear rise in his heart!
The young man was very powerful!
He was much more powerful than him!
Since when did Huaxia have such a young martial arts grandmaster?!