"Ah!!! My nose! My nose!!!"
Long Zhixin clutched his bleeding nose, screaming in pain.
Facing such an insult, Long Yao, as his companion, could no longer hold back.
"Damn it!"
He burst out, about to step forward, but Ning Fan merely glanced at him casually and slowly said, "Do you also want to lose a nose?"
Such a simple sentence, such a simple glance!
It directly made Long Yao's face turn ashen, unable to move, unable to advance or retreat!
At this moment, Long Tianze, who was sitting in the main seat, suddenly changed his expression. He hadn't expected Ning Fan to have become so powerful—a single move hurting Long Zhixin, a single glance terrifying Long Yao into immobility.
This greatly exceeded his estimates!
And his ruthless and brutal manner was frightening!
"Ninth Master, what do you mean by this?"
Long Tianze asked, frowning.
His eyes flashed with a thick murderous intent.
