My limbs slapped in the air, and the blood in my throat went retrograde into my nose.

"against me, this is the end," said Zhao, who hit me in the stomach again with a fist. Zhao Gang is the body of a ghost. Although his fist doesn't directly touch my body, it will roll up a stream of Yin Qi every time he swings his fist. The impact of those Yin Qi on my body is no less than that of the fist on my body.

there was blood flowing out of my mouth and eyes. I turned my head and shook my head slightly at Uncle Sanshu to ask...