Pain

"Kill, kill him."

Yan Ziqiang roared in his heart. His face was ferocious and he dared to offend him. Only death was his only fate, not one of them.

"Ah, what a pity."

"It's true that if you don't die, you won't die."

People around saw this and couldn't help shaking their heads and sighing one after another. Faced with this attack by Xu Shao, many Martial Artist of the second-class warrior level present dared to jump with fear. Intuition told them that if Ye Qianghan were replaced by himself, he would never be able to resist it.

Not to mention Ye Qianghan, who was rebuilt as a first-class martial disciple.

All the people present, only Ouyang Mingyue looked calm. In her heart, her Qinghan was invincible, not to mention a Xu Shao. Even if there were a few more, she would not be her Qinghan opponent.

"There is no distinction between right and wrong, good and evil are unknown, break your arm to make an example of others."