He knelt back on the ground with a plop, as if what was pressing on his shoulders was not his hands, but a mountain.

The bones throughout his body also crackled like fried beans.

"flutter!"

There was blood coming out of his mouth and nose, his body was shaking, and his face was full of despair.

Yu Wenhualong is also a strong man, otherwise he would not have been able to dominate the sea for many years and become the supreme master of the Dragon Temple.

But such a tyrannical man not only has no ability to fight back in front of a middle-aged man, but even self-protection becomes extremely luxurious.

Absolute crushing.

Yu Wenhualong gritted his teeth and said, "Who...are you?"

"Just like you, an unfit father."

The middle-aged man sighed softly, and then slapped Yu Wenhualong on the forehead.

"Bang!"
Chapter completed!