No Temper

The envoy from the Donglin Imperial Clan faltered upon hearing this. What other way was there?

"Come and experience it for yourself!" Ling Han rushed over and threw a punch at the envoy from the Donglin Imperial Clan.

F***!

The envoy was so furious that smoke was about to come out of his nostrils. He was an envoy from the Imperial Clan, and you f****** actually dare to use force against him?

Boom! However, Ling Han's fist smashed over like a great star, forcing him to face it head-on.

With this strike, his whole person was instantly sent sliding backwards, creating a very long mark on the ground.

What terrifying power!

This envoy thought internally. He felt that though his right hand was raised, he had lost all feeling, as if it did not belong to him.

Ling Han strode forwards, and threw another punch.

The envoy could only switch to another hand to parry. Peng, his whole person slid backwards once more.