With a thunderous bang.
Zhang Lang was smashed into the ground with a punch, forming a large pit.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The sound of bones snapping was like a tidal wave.
Blood spurted, staining the ground red.
Bits of internal organs were even spat out.
If Zhang Lang hadn't possessed the strength of a War Master, with flesh and bones strengthened by Spiritual Power,
under this blow from the Void Cauldron Immortal Technique—Mountain Devouring, he would probably have turned into minced meat.
"Speak! Who sent you to kill me?"
Ye Qingfeng walked to the side of Zhang Lang, who was covered in blood and half-dead.
He spoke with an icy tone.
"Puh... Ghost Gun! Do it."
Zhang Lang of the Bone Crusher suddenly took a deep breath and shouted.
Then, he lay back abruptly, lifeless.
"Pa!"
As soon as Zhang Lang's voice fell.
A sharp whistling sound suddenly echoed.
An even stronger life-and-death crisis surged in Ye Qingfeng's heart.
Firearm!
