"Ah!" Zhao Xu screamed as he was sent flying.
Before he even hit the ground, this expert from the Eight Extremes Gate had already drawn his last breath. By the time he landed, the man who had once boasted he would cripple Lin Mu with a single punch had been reduced to a puddle of gore.
The members of the Eight Extremes Gate and Wang Zhuo were instantly drenched in cold sweat.
Zhao Xu! A disciple directly under the Sect Leader of the renowned Eight Extremes Gate! He couldn't even block a single move and was slapped to death? Who would believe such a thing?
But it had truly happened.
In the Martial Arts World, Zhao Xu was also known as the Little Boxing King and was even called the foremost of the Three Sons of the Eight Extremes Gate. In the region of Yongzhou, the name Zhao Xu alone was enough to intimidate many. To now die so ignominiously in River City was simply unbelievable.
