The Death of Qiangu Zhangting

"Not so capable now, are you?"

Qiangu Zhangting was utterly useless. He was no match for Tang Wulin at all.

After just a few punches and kicks from Tang Wulin, he was beaten so badly he could no longer tell east from west.

Qiangu Zhangting had had everything go smoothly since the day he was born. He had basically never experienced any especially brutal life-or-death battles. He did have combat experience, but only just.

He was not Yun Ming, much less his own great-grandfather.

He was directly suppressed by Tang Wulin one-sidedly, and after two slaps came down, his face had turned red.

As for why it was red, don't ask.

"Aaaah! A brat like you dares look down on me?!"

Being looked down on by some country bumpkin from the backwoods, Qiangu Zhangting instantly lost it.

He was nothing but trash from some godforsaken corner called Aolai City, a place he had never even heard of!

What right did he have?!

Tang Wulin raised his Golden Dragon Claw and drove it straight into the Core Array of the Four-Word Battle Armor. Destruction and crushing force erupted instantly.

His right hand dug into Qiangu Zhangting's Four-Word Battle Armor, and his left hand was not idle either.

Qiangu Zhangting directly chose to use his own face to beat up Tang Wulin's fist.

The Coiling Dragon Staff at Title Douluo level struck the Dragon Scales of the Golden Dragon King, and it was like tapping a metal thermos with a chopstick. Forget being useful—it did absolutely nothing.

Crack—

An ear-piercing screech rang out. The indestructible Four-Word Battle Armor, which could even withstand attacks from a Quasi-God, gradually shattered under the terrifying power of those dragon claws like a piece of cotton candy, twisted into a crumpled mass.

The soul guide array instantly