"Courting death."
Qin Yang struck, slapping toward the opponent with his palm.
Slap!
At this moment, an elder standing beside Xiang Hu made his move, grabbing Qin Yang's wrist, and said, "Young one, this is the Heavenly Court. Think carefully."
Suddenly.
The elder's hair stood on end as he sensed a surge of danger. It felt as if an ancient ferocious beast had opened its bloodthirsty jaws behind him, ready to completely devour them.
Just as the elder thought he was reacting in time—
He felt a hand clamp down on the back of his head, while a cold, dark voice whispered in his ear.
"You two… you've crossed the line."
Lin Fan wasn't at all annoyed by these kinds of troubles. In fact, he welcomed them—they showed you had guts. But sometimes, for heaven's sake, read the damned room.
He seized the backs of their heads and slammed them onto the table with force. Bang! The tabletop shattered into pieces, splinters flying everywhere.
