Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Before the fist arrived, that domineering force had already pressed against Lin Sheng's breath, making his cheeks ache.

"Young Master Mo..."

Lin Sheng's liver and gallbladder were shattered with fear. He had only shouted half a sentence of pleading before being swallowed by the force.

Where did he dare hesitate even a bit? He hurriedly struck out to meet the enemy.

"Ha!"

Lin Sheng let out a strange cry, his body suddenly leaning back while crossing his arms in front like a seal, trying to dissipate the force and retreat.

However, it was already too late. Mo Ziyu's fist had already charged over.

Bang—!!!

A muffled sound so deep it made hearts skip beats exploded on the platform.