"My hand, my hand."
The one shouting was Zhao Hu.
Just as his lecherous hand was about to land on the panic-stricken face of Su Ya, Su Fan grabbed and crushed it.
It felt as if his entire wrist was about to be crushed.
The intense pain made Zhao Hu scream out in agony.
"Kid, you're fucking asking for death."
Zhao Hu, gritting his teeth, clenched his other fist and hammered it viciously towards Su Fan's chest.
Zhao Hu was not bad in combat.
He also had considerable strength.
But he was still just an ordinary person.
Su Fan had reached the peak of Qi cultivation, especially after his interaction with Liu Ye, his self-healing ability and defensive power had seen superhuman improvements, so he wasn't frightened.
"Bang."
When Zhao Hu's powerful punch landed on Su Fan's chest.
A loud noise erupted.
It was as if iron had been struck hard.
"Crack crack crack."
At the same time, a faint cracking sound rang out.
"Ah."
Zhao Hu screamed again.
