The onlookers were all stunned, not expecting such a dramatic ending.
No one had expected Xu Wendong could actually defeat Yang Fan, a master at the Qi Refining Stage Level Nine.
Even though they saw it with their own eyes, it seemed unbelievable.
"Pfft!"
As Xu Wendong stepped on Yang Fan's chest, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
There was no other way. Yang Fan was already severely injured, not to mention the force Xu Wendong applied when he stepped down hard, so spitting blood was to be expected.
"Xu, do you think you've really won?" Yang Fan's blood-covered face revealed an uncontrollable frenzy.
"Not good!"
For some reason.
When Xu Wendong saw Yang Fan's deranged smile, he suddenly had a foreboding premonition.
Even though Yang Fan looked extremely wretched now, the ominous feeling was exceptionally vivid.
Before he could come to his senses.
