What The F**k, This Fellow Snatched The Weapon Of The Eight Arms Devil General?
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Zhao Yuanwu was thrown off his feet by Wang Teng's attack and slammed to the ground.
However, the powerful impact forced him to continue moving back.
Slash!
Zhao Yuanwu made a prompt decision and stabbed his battle blade on the floor. After taking three steps back, he finally managed to stop his retreat.
Splurt!
He vomited another mouthful of blood.
Zhao Yuanwu's face was pale. He lowered his head and looked at the blade wound on his chest.
This scene was extremely familiar. He had done the same thing when he attacked Han Zhu. Wang Teng was giving him a taste of his own medicine.
"Hahaha." Zhao Yuanwu started laughing in a low voice.
"This is getting more and more interesting."
He raised his head suddenly and stared at Wang Teng opposite him. There was an evil red glint in his eyes. "I underestimated you."
Wang Teng squinted as he stared back at Zhao Yuanwu.