Those few humans wanted to show off in front of Fan Yuhe to cement their status as his lackeys. However, before they could say anything further, they started exploding one after another.
"Lord... no!"
"Lord, please don't!"
"No!"
Fan Yuhe ignored their screams.
"Our battle doesn't need pointless spectators, so it's better if I get rid of these pieces of trash. You should probably thank me, haha."
Yuchi's brows gradually relaxed, and the corners of his mouth gradually began to rise. He felt that this guy in front of him was indeed a little interesting.
The blood in his body, which had not boiled for a long time, finally began to churn with monstrous fighting spirit.
Fan Yuhe sensed the rising pressure Yuchi was emanating. This guy was not a run-of-the-mill genius. This brutal pressure could only be emitted by someone who fought on the battlefield many times.
