Huo Erba stood in front of everyone, a golden sheen covering his body, making him resemble the legendary Vajra Arhat.
With just a casual movement, it was as if mountains were shifting, involuntarily producing a heavy sense of oppression.
"You... want to lay hands on... Shuang'er?"
Huo Erba's gaze was cold and piercing as he stared directly at the martial artist at the front, his aura becoming increasingly ferocious.
Ning Fan was his lifesaver, and Shuang'er was his friend.
Whoever dared to touch these two, would die!
"All must die!"
With a low growl, Huo Erba raised his fists, charging into the crowd like a heavy-duty truck.
Boom!
In an instant, a deep thunderous sound exploded, catching the martial artist at the front off guard, sending them flying.
While in midair, they spat out blood, suffering severe injuries on impact, unable to rise once they crashed down to the ground.
Though Huo Erba had not advanced to the rank of a Great Grandmaster, he was merely a step away.
