C470 Nonmorphic

Dugu Hong casually slapped him on the face, just like the time when the fatty treated Shihu Zhong. Then, he saw the fellow fly out with a bloody arrow.

He fell to the ground with a loud crash. He lay there like a dead dog. It was as if he was completely finished.

"Don't play dead. I know my own strength best. If I really wanted to kill you, you wouldn't even be able to hear me now