disheveled state, Jun Xiaoyao was dressed in a white robe, spotless and without even a single wrinkle.This is no longer so-called sparring, but a complete and utter crushing!"The Divine Son of the Jun..."How is this possible!" The assassin's eyes widened in shock.Pffft!Jun Xiaoyao unleashed a single punch, instantly pulverizing the assassin into a bloody mist.Blood rain falls, splattering everywhere....