Wu Zun was about to burst with anger, "You..."
Bang.
Chu Yang's fist smashed into Wu Zun's nose.
Spurt.
A blood arrow spurted from Wu Zun's nose, splattering his face with blood.
"Ah..." Wu Zun let out an angry roar.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
Chu Yang's fists showed no sign of stopping, in fact, the speed only grew faster, the force stronger.
Wu Zun screamed miserably, initially shouting loudly he wouldn't let Chu Yang go, but as time passed his voice became weaker, desperately begging for mercy.
Several minutes later.
Chu Yang drew back his fists, Wu Zun's face swollen like a pig's head, so much so that even his own mother wouldn't recognize this pig-head-shaped person as Wu Zun.
Wu Zun's body didn't have a single unbruised patch, covered in blood and gasping for air.
When Chu Yang was teaching Wu Zun a lesson, he had held back his strength, otherwise, Wu Zun would have been dead by now.