C733 Slow Hand

Lee Hao stood up with one hand supporting him, and his face had already turned pale.

"Ahem …"

Lee Hao clutched his chest and coughed twice. The corner of his mouth once again overflowed with a bright red color.

"Haha, Lee Hao, how is my strength? You were able to stand up even after being hit by my palm. Not bad, not bad, no wonder you were able to jump up till now. " Zhao laughed out loud