Looking at Xia Yingxue's proud retreating figure, Zhang Yuhuang coughed up several mouthfuls of blood in succession.
His eyes had turned completely bloodshot. For the first time in his life, he had suffered such a devastating blow.
And the person who had brought him such utter humiliation was actually a woman who had practiced for less than a century—furthermore, she was the mother of the very opponent who had once defeated him.
Chapter 480