"Su Yue, you seem to be quite enjoying this, how about... I hit you a couple more times?"
Lu Xiliang was utterly shocked by Su Yue's expression.
Spitting blood from his mouth, yet looking as if he's quenching a long thirst, is this kid sure there's nothing wrong with his psyche?
Masochism?
Such a pity that his brand-new white shirt is stained red.
"No... don't hit me yet!"
Su Yue originally felt a euphoric suffocation.
At this moment, he felt the Qi Blood pressure coming from Lu Xiliang.
This is a peak rank-five Martial Artist, though as an auxiliary, he's quite weak; when it comes to fighting, it still hurts.
The key is that the Dusk Clock's strikes are different from ordinary people's.
The reason Su Yue feels great is because the Dusk Clock broke his realm barrier.
Although it has no physical form, Su Yue can mentally visualize it.
This realm barrier looks like a big watermelon.
The crack opened this time is about one-fifth.
How could he not feel great!
