You Can Die Now!

"Ha! How dare you threaten to break my legs when you're only at the Third Level of Xiantian?"

Ning Wangshu watched the middle-aged man charge at him with a heavy punch and let out a disdainful snort.

The next instant, Ning Wangshu suddenly kicked. His strike landed before the man's, slamming hard into his chest...

"Bang!"

The middle-aged man hadn't even seen Ning Wangshu move. One moment, his vision blurred; the next, a tremendous force struck him, and he was sent flying, spitting blood.

Cao Yanbin and the old man were both startled by what they saw.

"That kid's actually this strong? He seriously injured Fourth Uncle with one kick? But Fourth Uncle is a master at the Third Level of Xiantian!" Cao Yanbin's eyes widened.

Ning Wangshu had already appeared in front of the middle-aged man. Looking down at him, he said coolly, "You just said you'd break both my legs. Is this what you meant?"

As he spoke, Ning Wangshu brought his foot down on the middle-aged man's knee.

"Stop!"

The old man was horrified. He shouted furiously, clenched his right fist, and threw a punch at Ning Wangshu from a distance. Thick Primal Qi surged out, instantly forming a fierce, domineering Fist Qi that howled toward him.

The powerful Fist Qi tore through the air with a thunderous roar, its force surging like a crashing tide...

Ning Wangshu only glanced at it and gave a faint laugh. Without pausing, he brought his foot down hard on the middle-aged man's knee.

"Crack!"

The middle-aged man had already been gravely wounded by Ning Wangshu. There was no way he could dodge in time. A sharp crack rang out, and he let out a bloodcurdling scream...

"Ah—"

Cold sweat instantly beaded on the middle-aged man's forehead.

At the same time,