Ma Liangchang was miserable. His body was in tatters. He had been crushed like a rag doll by Chu Xun's fist. He kept roaring, but his anger could not increase his cultivation.

He was really like a moving sandbag. His bones had been destroyed by Chu Xun's terrifying fist strength again and again, and his bones had recovered again and again. He was at the Great Completion of the Empyrean Immortal Realm, but he was so miserable.

Lin Sansheng and the others were ...