In contrast, Wang Xiaoqiang, although also knocked back, was unharmed. After all, he possessed a powerful body cultivation, a strong physical form, and ample blood qi for defense,
not to mention, the force of these two men's punches could not compare to his.
It was the same punch, but Wang Xiaoqiang's fist carried the power of the divine spirit, while Zhang Hu's punch was ordinary and could not be compared at all,
Wang Xiaoqiang's punch seriously injured Zhang Hu, leaving him dying, while Zhang Hu's punch just forced Wang Xiaoqiang back a few steps,
Wang Xiaoqiang steadied himself and walked toward Zhang Hu.
Zhang Hu kept spitting blood. At this moment, he was at the end of his rope, seriously injured and dying. If treated now, he could still be saved, but under these circumstances, it was clearly impossible.
Seeing Wang Xiaoqiang walking towards him, Zhang Hu kept shrinking back, trying to avoid him, his eyes wide open, filled with overwhelming fear.
