As for Xie Ann, though he had always been confident in Yang Tian in the past, his strength and insight were far inferior to that of Murong Long and his daughter.
After hearing Murong Yan's analysis, my heart grew tense. I wasn't sure if Yang Tian would fully grasp the danger of that claw.
However, Yang Tian remained unmoved at this moment—no sorrow, no joy. He merely raised his palm and lightly patted Yan Kuan.
Bang!
When Yang Tian's palm struck out, a pair of Blood Claws collided with his hand, producing a sharp metallic sound.
"Hahaha! This is nothing but a game of courting death! Does your flesh dare to challenge the hardness of my Blood Coagulation Claws? If so, let me tear your hand to shreds, open your chest, and show you how your blood flows!"
Seeing that Yang Tian used just one hand to block his claws, Yan Kuan let out a disdainful laugh. At the same time, he urged Zhen Yuan to shred Yang Tian's palm.
