Amidst the flying dust, Zhong Yun felt the blood churning in his chest, a sweetness rising in his throat as a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed outward.
He struggled to stand up, only to find that the old man's offensive was like a raging tide, giving him no breathing room whatsoever.
"Overestimating your capabilities!" The old man sneered, his five fingers forming claws as he lunged straight for the crown of Zhong Yun's head.
Chapter 43