"Speak, how do you wish to die."
Lu Tianxing's voice was cold to the extreme, devoid of any emotional fluctuations.
"You... Who exactly are you? You're not just a security guard, you're an Ancient Martial Artist, at the very least an Earth-level Expert. Otherwise, there's no way you would be my match. Who are you really?"
A powerful sense of suffocation came crashing down, making Ding Hu's complexion appear fierce and terrifying, his tone filled with deep fear.
Since his youth, he had followed his master Tie Shan to learn the Iron Sand Palm, having practiced it for over twenty years. He had reached a level of proficiency where he could even turn a piece of steel into something as thin as paper, and his strength had long achieved the Profound Level.
