When Sang Daokun was thrown down the mountain, he actually wasn't injured much. It was Lu Qianxue's two kicks that caused him some trouble, and now his body still faintly aches.
A woman, with an unintentional kick, actually managed to injure him, a skilled fighter at the Super First-class Initial Tier. Could it be that the woman, so young, is already at the Super First-class Middle Tier or above? Impossible! Maybe she had something tied to her feet.
Thinking of the shame of being thrown down the mountain and the helplessness just now, the frustration and anger made Sang Daokun's face turn livid, and he looked with a cold gaze toward the other three who were thrown down earlier.
Those three people's expressions were equally gloomy, and when coldly stared at by Sang Daokun, they returned an equally cold glare.
The way Sang Daokun looked at these three people was filled with disdain and contempt, and the way these three looked at Sang Daokun was just the same.
