Zhang Beixing spoke, taking the opportunity to poke fun at the driver who had narrowly escaped death by clinging so desperately to life.
At his words, the corners of Huo Honghao's mouth twitched.
Seriously, in your situation, who wouldn't chicken out? You just blasted a person in half. Are those even fists? People would believe you if you said they were miniature cannonballs! Anyone with even slightly weaker mental fortitude would have been scared to death by what you did!
Is this the only Great Grandmaster in seven hundred years? This is truly outrageous! To think he can actually fly...
Wiping nonexistent sweat from his brow, Huo Honghao thought to himself.
At the same time, he was puzzled.
