However, he would not accept either of these two options.

For a warrior, destroying his Dantian is equivalent to becoming a useless person.

The power you once had is completely lost, and the huge gap is enough to make anyone collapse.

Thinking of this, Yang Ting gritted his teeth and said, "You brat, don't be arrogant! I admit that you are stronger than me, but you can't touch me!"

"My grandfather is the leader of Hongyi and the emperor of the underground world. Every time he stamps his feet, the whole sea of ​​China will tremble! And my master is a peerless strong man in the hidden sect, dominating the world.

Reaching for the stars with one hand, ghosts and gods can overcome the changes!"

"If you dare to kill me, you will definitely die without burial——"

Before Yang Ting could finish his sentence, his voice suddenly stopped.

Because there was suddenly a big hand on his neck, like an iron clamp, strangling his throat tightly. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not make any sound.

And the owner of this big hand is Ye Fan!

Even with Yang Ting's powerful strength, he was unable to capture Ye Fan's figure.

Yang Ting just wanted to struggle, but when he saw Ye Fan's eyes, his whole body was shocked.

What kind of eyes are those?

Overbearing! Killing! Cruel! Ruthless!

It's like a Shura from under the Nine Netherworld, as if one look can destroy the heaven and earth, making people feel frightened and their livers and gallbladders are broken.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Fan's cold voice sounded again:
Chapter completed!