"What kind of man hits a woman? Let me show you some real power!"
"You Huaxia boy, can hardly protect yourself. Still dreaming of playing the hero? The woman in your arms is bound to be under my..."
"Whack!"
With Su Mohan in one arm, Ren Feifan's right hand holding the Holy Abyss Sword, he immediately slapped him with a chilling blow.
The cold Holy Abyss Sword struck the man's face, leaving him stunned. Did he actually fail to dodge?
Such speed?
The man was still holding a woman in his arms!
The foreign man felt a burning sting on his cheek at that moment. He had never been humiliated like this before in his life!
Glaring at Ren Feifan, he noticed that this boy seemed ordinary and definitely weaker than himself. He had no reason to fear!
Immediately, he tightly gripped the red giant axe in his hand, his killing intent surging, he roared: "Today, both of you stay here!"
