"You, a mere mortal, think you can be the master of someone with the Taiyin Physique? Aren't you afraid of becoming a laughingstock?" Yunyang sneered coldly. Then, spreading his legs and pointing beneath him, he said with a wicked grin, "Come, crawl through here, and I'll spare your life."

Bang!

The next moment, Yunyang was sent flying backward, landing heavily on the ground.

"You're courting death!" Yunyang stood up, clutching his swollen face, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at Li Zhoujun. "I'm going to kill you!"