"Bang!"
A huge force came. Tong Xin was directly thrown away and fell to the ground. His face was pale. A stream of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
"Uncle..."
When Tong Xin fell to the ground, his expression changed drastically. Looking at Tong Zhan's injured face, tears fell again.
"If you are smart enough, hand over the magic crystals on your bodies as soon as possible. Maybe I will consider not killing you!" With an arrogant look on his face, Luo Zhenfeng stood still and looked at the people of the Tong clan with disdain. He didn't even bother to look at them.
"No way!"
Tong Zhan struggled to stand up from the ground, took a step forward, and pounced toward Luo Zhenfeng.
"Humph! Since you refused my offer, I'll send you on your way!" With a cold snort, Luo Zhenfeng stomped his feet. His body was like an arrow that had left the bow. His palm ruthlessly slapped toward Tong Zhan's head.