Mu Qingqiu spewed blood and retreated, but among all the rising stars, the most tragic was Jiang Zongheng. He had also been watching the battle between Zheng Ming and Lei Moyun.
At the instant the earth-shattering giant baton smashed down, Jiang Zongheng felt an excruciating headache and a stream of rebellious blood rise from within his chest and lungs.
Being able to spit out this mouthful of blood would have greatly reduced the damage Jiang Zongheng suffered. However, at this moment, he couldn't spit out that fresh blood at all.
For a time, the blood was stuck in Jiang Zongheng's belly, giving him a feeling of desperation, unable to live or to die.
At this moment, he desperately needed someone to give him a hand, but unfortunately, Mu Qingqiu and the others were all fixated on the clash between the blood-red Buddha and the Thunder Hammer, with no time to pay attention to him.
"Uh, uh, uh..."