Li Dufeng did not fall unconscious. Watching Huang Xiaolong coming closer to him, his eyes revealed fear. Only he understood how powerful Huang Xiaolong’s attack was!

Amongst the inner disciples, he had the same feeling from two people!

“You!”Just as Li Dufeng wanted to speak, a gush of warm blood spurted out from his mouth, splattered across the ground, glaring to the eyes.

A few feet from Li Dufeng, Huang Xiaolong stopped, lifted a foot and stomped on Li Dufeng. Instantly, sounds of bones cracking rippled in the air, followed by Li Dufeng’s miserable scream.

What did Li Dufeng say earlier? Telling Huang Xiaolong to cripple his own two arms and perform a hundred kowtows?

“You little punk, do you know who I am? I’ll not let you go!” Li Dufeng roared these words out at the top of his lungs, his eyes filled with boiling rage. If looks could...