This gentle, weak, little fist caused an unusual redness to surge up Xie Shan’s face when it landed on his chest. His throat became sweet as a mouthful of fresh blood involuntarily spattered out.
Xie Shan’s body suddenly withdrew in a hurried and miserable manner as the fresh blood was spat out. He hurriedly moved back and his body staggered a little. Clearly, the firm contact of Zu Yan’s fist earlier caused him to enter a seriously injured state. After all, the frightening strength of the latter would definitely not be a fun thing for any expert Dou Huang to receive.
“Bastard, bastard, big bastard. You actually dare to launch a sneak attack!” Xie Shan’s body hurriedly withdrew and he immediately roared out in an extremely furious manner.