Qin Hao's figure pressed closely, and the moment Zheng Tiancheng just landed, he stepped directly on his arm.
Zheng Tiancheng's face was full of horror at this time. No matter what, he never expected that Qin Hao would be so strong!
With just that palm strike, he had no power to resist under Qin Hao's palm, vomiting blood and being knocked flying. Zheng Tiancheng lay on the ground, clutching his chest, barely catching his breath, his eyes gradually filled with fear.
Qin Hao looked at him, a disdainful smile on his lips, coldly saying, "Trash is trash. If it weren't for the need to kill you with my own hands and sacrifice the blood of the Qin Family's deceased, I would find touching your blood disgusting!"
As he spoke, he exerted force with his foot and directly stomped heavily, breaking Zheng Tiancheng's wrist.
