Capital City, the rooftop of a certain thirty-eight-story building.
Feng Moji Zhan paused his movements, clutching his abdomen as he spat out a mouthful of hot blood, collapsing to the ground!
Ye Huan's punch had caused varying degrees of organ failure.
One must understand, organ failure signifies losing years of life!
Given his current injuries, he had lost at least ten years of life!
"Damn it."
Feng Moji Zhan cursed weakly, his face showing a look of resentment!
Resentment at being punched instead of achieving a grand fight!
Had he known it would turn out this way, he wouldn't have delayed so long, dragging Liu Tianyun into a despairing abyss step by step!
A direct blow would have been better than anything else!
All because he wanted revenge for Kameda Yuusuke, he delayed until the God of Slaughter returned home, almost verifying the famous saying in movies and novels: villains always die from talking too much!
Idiot!
