"Chang An, don't go too far!" Lian Chengxue scolded. She had never seen such a shameless person.
"Forget it." Han Zhao waved at Lian Chengxue and smiled at Chang An. "Did you see wrongly?"
"How could I…" Chang An sneered. Just as he finished speaking, a fist the size of a clay pot rapidly enlarged in his vision.
Boom!!
With a huge bang, Chang An's head exploded like a watermelon by his fist covered in the Three Essence Force.
With the Pure Yang True Qi activated, he did not even have the chance to activate Binding Force to recover his body before dying on the spot.
Thump!
"I've already given you too many chances." Han Zhao retracted his fist and sighed.
"Ah!" Chang Ji looked at Chang An, who was instantly killed, in horror.
Seeing Han Zhao's gaze turn to her, Chang Ji squeezed out a stiff smile. Her mind raced, but she didn't know what to say.
"Now you know why I'm not dead, right?"
