Gong Qingli Feng Xiyue's finger directly pierced through Chiaotzu's skull!
"Phew, seriously? Only fifty seconds—not even a full minute. Too weak. Really, far too weak." Gong Qingli Feng Xiyue shook his head. He knew that compared to Chiaotzu and Tien Shinhan, he was simply brutalizing their bodies and crushing their spirits. In his eyes, they were already dead.
"It's not over yet!"
Suddenly, Gong Qingli Feng Xiyue noticed Yamcha charging at him!
How tenacious. Why did these Earthlings possess such soaring morale? Even knowing they would die, they still rushed forward one after another. Gong Qingli Feng Xiyue could not understand it. He merely pushed out a palm lightly, and Yamcha was sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground. Blood spilled from his mouth, and his head lolled to one side.
"Anyone else?" Gong Qingli Feng Xiyue turned around and looked at the last Earthling.
"Ho ho, Gong Qingli Feng Xiyue, do you know who I am?" Master Roshi wore the expression of an enlightened monk. Though his aura was not particularly strong, he was exceptionally convincing when he put on airs.
Gong Qingli Feng Xiyue frowned and asked sternly, "Who are you?"
Master Roshi burst into laughter. "You call yourself a Dharma King of the White-Clad Interstellar Society, yet you don't even know who I am? How laughably weak!"
Gong Qingli Feng Xiyue was beginning to grow irritated with the man before him. His aura was negligible, yet he acted like some grand old master. Who was he putting on this act for?
He stepped closer. However, Master Roshi's act was so convincing that Gong Qingli Feng Xiyue did not dare let down his guard. He merely said coldly, "You old fool, are you trying to play tricks in front of me, Gong Qingli Feng Xiyue? Who exactly are