"Wanting to die isn't that easy."
Tang Ming sneered, looking coldly at Sun Zhuangjia: "Now I won't give any enemies a chance to turn the tables, and you're the first one to be targeted."
After crippling Sun Zhuangjia's limbs, Tang Ming didn't stop and punched directly at Sun Zhuangjia's Dantian, shattering it completely.
"Pfft! Illusion, this must be an illusion."
Sun Zhuangjia spat out a mouthful of blood, lying on the ground with a face ashen like death. The destruction of his Dantian made the pain from his crippled limbs lose its sensation.
As a Martial Artist, having one's Dantian destroyed meant all cultivation was gone, and Sun Zhuangjia went from a peak powerhouse to a cripple worse than an ordinary person. This blow made him wish for death over life.
Once upon a time, Tang Ming had also suffered such pain, and he nearly collapsed back then, but fortunately, he pulled through. Now he wanted Sun Zhuangjia to taste that same misery.
