"Boom!"
With a thunderous roar, Sun Hua's figure suddenly shot backward, retreating over thirty feet before he managed to stabilize himself.
A gush of crimson blood sprayed forth from his mouth in an instant.
Blood poured out like a fountain!
Once he steadied himself, Sun Hua's gaze filled with incredulity as he looked at Ye Jiu.
"Why? How can you hurt me when we are both emperors of the same realm?"
It seemed rage consumed him, and another mouthful of blood slowly trickled from the corner of his mouth.
But Sun Hua did not bother to wipe it away; his eyes were fixed intently on Ye Jiu.
If glares could kill, Ye Jiu would have died hundreds of times over!
Ye Jiu patted the nonexistent dust off his clothes, smiled faintly, but the smile appeared rather indifferent.
It was as if he deeply disdained Sun Hua.
"Heh, isn't defeating you a piece of cake?"
"You should know that when I was a Warrior King, I could arm wrestle with emperors."