C2023 Ling Xuanchen puked blood

"What is going on? Why is my innate talent martial spirit inferior to that brat's casual punch?!"

Ling Xuanchen was no longer in high and mighty spirits, his face was pale white, his hair was in a mess, and a trickle of fresh blood hung from the corner of his mouth. Looking at the sorry state, his eyes were filled with disbelief, as he looked at Yang Liefeng, and thought to himself