"Not good!"
Zheng Qi recoiled in terror.
He suddenly lost sight of Xu Yang.
"Where is he?" Zheng Qi frantically turned his head.
"Be careful, Mr. Zheng!"
"He's above you!"
"What? Above?"
As Zheng Qi looked up, a fist struck down.
Crashing down was a fist shadow, blazing and wild like a millstone!
Boom!
Crack!
Fist shattered, blood splattered!
Zheng Qi screamed miserably as he fell.
Before he could react, Xu Yang already seized his throat with a fierce grip!
Five fingers like hooks, piercing the skin!
Zheng Qi writhed in agony, struggling desperately!
"Let go!"
"You bastard, let me go!"
Smack!
Smack!
Three slaps in a row, making Zheng Qi dizzy and wailing in pain!
"Let Mr. Chen go."
"This is Wuhou Hall, Xu Yang, if you dare harm Mr. Zheng, you're dead."
The crowd looked at Xu Yang in fear but still shouted.
Xu Yang swept his gaze around, sneering, "So this is the Martial Arts Sacred Land of Daqian, Wuhou Hall!"
