"Old dog, you haven't seen the last of me yet!"
Wandong brought all his Taoist energy into full play, exerting himself to the full. In the worst scenario, as he predicted, he could hinder Wu Qiujun from making a hands-down success.
They wrestled with one another, with waves of ear-splitting booms coming off nonstop.
Wandong ended up getting hurled backward for dozens of miles, literally like a volleyball bouncing at a horrifying speed.
Wu Qiujun didn't relent at all — he punched at Wandong at full capacity with no reservation.
Hardly had he concluded his attack when others found Wandong ghostly pale, constantly spitting out blood.
Gnashing his teeth, Wandong struggled to stay conscious.
His entrails, with no exaggeration, had gone out of place across the board. Wu's lethal move was actually way more deadly than Tang Xinyi's kick.
"Yaoting!"
Wandong's grave wound made Leng Yuecui's heartbreak. Agonized to the brim, she felt suffocated right away — she couldn't come to the terms with the pain of losing her one and only in her life.
"Big brother!"
Wu Yang and Zong Qi went flustered forthwith, scrambling forth to hold Wandong's arms.
Thanks to their unswerving help and support, otherwise, Wandong wouldn't have been able to stand on his own feet.
For his part, death was no big deal. He only feared that he couldn't die while standing on his feet, otherwise, the humiliation of death on his knees would even render it impossible to rest in peace.
"Bros, make more efforts to hold me still! Don't let your big brother die…die on his knees in the end. I can't withstand such a dreadful shame!"
Hands resting on the shoulders of Wu Yang and Zong Qi, Wandong breamed wryly, holding back his pain.
"Big brother…"
On hearing Wandong's last words, Zong Qi and Wu Yang couldn't help but burst out weeping.
They propped up his shoulders, putting forth their strength; Wandong stood as still as an unswerving pine tree with their support.
"Has he gone nuts? How come he could laugh under such a miserable circumstance?"
On seeing Wandong's shrill smile, Tang Xinyi allowed her tears to cascade down her cheeks in spite of herself.
With no stretch of the imagination had Tang Xinyi ever expected that she would shed a tear for a previously useless dandy. She used to hate him to the core and almost put him down with a kick.
In the meanwhile, Duan Lengyan felt overwhelmed by a sudden unbidden wave of sadness, turning her head away.
"Haha… Old dog! Your martial capacity really sucks! I thought you would send for the Death to take me away within one move. I shouldn't have overestimated you!"
Wandong stared at Wu Qiujun, managing a cunning smile.