The dust gradually settled, and the blurred figure on the stage grew clear. I saw Murong Fu half-kneeling on the ground, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, yet his gaze was even more vicious than before. My heart sank abruptly—this blow had failed to completely defeat him!
"You deserve to die!" Murong Fu roared, scrambling to his feet. A powerful surge of spiritual energy erupted from within him, making the stage tremble slightly.
"Oh no, he's going all out!" cried Wang Mazi from below the stage.
Chapter 117