"Get out of the way!"
With no desire to waste words, Zheng Tianlu raised his hand, intending to slap Liu Qingye away.
Smack!
The next moment, a large hand suddenly and firmly grasped his wrist.
Shock colored Zheng Tianlu's face as he stared at Ning Fan incredulously, "You, you... wasn't your hand broken?"
The hand that Ning Fan had grabbed him with was clearly the one that had been broken just moments before!
"Idiot, if Du Guhe can instantly recover from injuries, what's a mere broken hand to me?"
Ning Fan rose to his feet, his previously broken leg now healed as if nothing had happened.
Zheng Tianlu's pupils contracted sharply, realizing that he was duped, and immediately thought to call for help.
"Go die."
Before he could utter a word, Ning Fan's palm smashed his head.
Blood splattered, and Zheng Tianlu's headless body toppled over, causing Zhang Yuan and Zhou Shi's complexions to change dramatically.
"Shoot! Shoot now!"
"Hurry up and kill him!"
