Compared with Dongxu Zi, who had bulldozed his way forward, Ouyang, having reclaimed his right to recline in the wheelchair, leaned comfortably against its backrest and squinted at Pu Cong, who had straightened his back.
While Dongxu Zi was still there, Pu Cong had not even dared breathe heavily. But now Dongxu Zi had left, and all that remained before him was a mere brat in the Foundation Establishment Realm, nothing to fear at all!
Feeling capable again, Pu Cong sneered at Ouyang and reached out to grab the brat who had just been shouting at him.
He could not beat the old one, but surely he could beat the young one, who was only at foundation establishment?
A gigantic golden palm abruptly took shape and lunged viciously at Ouyang.
"Do I look that easy to push around?" Looking at Pu Cong, who had suddenly attacked him, Ouyang looked a little disgruntled. Then his true essence surged, and he struck hard at the gigantic golden palm.
Boom!
An enormous sonic blast rang out, and Ouyang slapped Pu Cong and the white elephant behind him straight into the city wall.
Golden blood streamed from every aperture of Pu Cong's body, making him look like a blood-soaked golden gourd.
But with a flash of Buddha light, Pu Cong returned to normal, though a trace of fear now colored his gaze at Ouyang.
Some people were just asking for it. Wearing your lips thin talking would never make them behave as well as a slap!
Ouyang sighed, put away the wheelchair, and walked straight up to Pu Cong.
Pu Cong raised his hands, about to take a defensive stance, only to discover in astonishment that his true essence was rapidly receding into his dantian. In the blink of an eye, his cultivation had