The broken head turned forward.

"That thing in your hand is very interesting."

"Is it?"

Yuan Shan waved his hand, and the sky was surrounded by ribbons.

"There is no point in annihilating me. This is just my flesh and blood carrying consciousness."

"Even if you are shattered to pieces, it will not cause any harm to me."

"I've already taken the stuff away. It's a complete waste in your hands. You don't understand its preciousness at all."

"What kind of precious method?"

Before paying, he suddenly interjected.

"Are you interested?"

"You can feel it."

Hahaha!

The voice was stunned for a moment, then burst out into crazy laughter.

However, the laughter stopped suddenly, and the deformed head was shattered by a punch, splattering into countless blood.

Chen Xing, who swung this blow, seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.
Chapter completed!