"Ah!" Ximen Hengcheng cried out in agony. His right hand was broken, and his body was covered in grievous wounds. As he writhed on the ground, pain stole all his reason.
"Brother Ximen!" Duan Tianya cried out in alarm.
Ye Fan simply said coldly, "This is the price for provoking me. I don't start trouble with others, but anyone who dares to insult me will have it repaid a hundredfold!"
Duan Tianya was stunned by Ye Fan's imposing aura. He rebuked, "Impossible! How could you injure us when you're only at the Third Level of Nirvana Realm? What kind of trick did you use?"
He refused to accept it. After all, he was a chosen Son of Heaven, yet here he was, a pathetic mess.
Ye Fan replied, "You don't need to know, because you're about to die."
His tone plunged Duan Tianya into despair and fear. It felt as if an overwhelming pressure was suffocating him.
