"Let's see how you manage to show your face in the Wang Family from now on. Once word gets out, people will laugh their heads off."
Yang Zhikun lay on the ground, his face dark and his expression extremely complex. Turning his gaze toward Wang Borsong, he could hardly believe that despite all their previous clashes, Wang Borsong still had so much Immortal Origin Qi left inside him.
Moreover, when Wang Borsong had struck him just now, he had used his full strength to block it, yet the impact had been agonizingly painful—his ribs had nearly snapped.
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