Combat Strength

The humans who had been spat out showed no obvious external injuries. Their eyes were tightly shut, and they had passed out.

With Sun Xiaosheng's abilities, he could naturally hear the healthy beating of their hearts. They should be fine once they woke up, but they had been swallowed into Dong Zhuo's body, after all. Whether they had suffered any other aftereffects was still hard to say.

However, Sun Xiaosheng had no idea where the chains that had come from the void had originated. He was even more amazed that the chains could make Dong Zhuo spit out everyone he had eaten.

But...

This felt so damn good!

That fat bastard had started putting on airs for no reason the moment he appeared. And now look at him—he had made a fool of himself!

Ah—!!

When the last human had been spat out, Dong Zhuo suddenly let out a pained cry. Clearly, spitting out everything he had swallowed was something he found difficult to endure.

Brother Xiaosheng sneered and leaped straight into the air, slamming a heavy punch toward Dong Zhuo's crown. As the saying went, one should beat a drowning dog, take an enemy's life while he was ill, and strike while the iron was hot. After all these years wandering the gray areas, Brother Xiaosheng had mastered such tricks without a teacher. He was quite skilled at them.

I, your old man, am no noble and righteous hero!

Boom—!!

His fist struck the hardest part of Dong Zhuo's skull with tremendous force. This time, Sun Xiaosheng clearly felt his opponent's bones crack. In fact, under that punch, Dong Zhuo's entire head had been smashed badly out of shape.

Bound by the chains, he could no longer resist at all. His body collapsed onto the ground like a lump