"clatter..."

I saw that in a slight but clearly sound of toes tapping the ground, a black-clad Lord Crow suddenly appeared in front of someone.

That person is not someone else, but Wang Yihan.

"ah!"

Wang Yihan made a mournful cry.

Lord Ya grabbed Wang Yihan's neck and lifted it up.

"Varied...!?"

Bai Ruxiang and Xu Yanyan, who were closest to Wang Yihan, were shocked at the same time and their appearance was lost.

They didn't see Lord Ya's movements clearly, nor did they see his figure clearly, and they didn't even notice any movement.

Lord Crow ignored the two horrified girls, and a sound came from under his hood.

"You really know how to run away, so I can find it easy." Lord Ya said lightly: "But, in this way, the lost "blood" has finally been retrieved."

Lord Crow said such words as if no one else was around.

"Let me go...!?"

Wang Yihan struggled desperately.

Unfortunately, the eldest lady's neck was directly pinched by Lord Ya, and even her whole body was lifted up, her feet off the ground, making her unable to breathe, her feet kicked in the air, and her hands tightly grasped Lord Ya's wrists. The more she struggled, the more she felt.

Under such circumstances, a howling sound of breaking through the air finally arrived.

A black shadow rushed behind Lord Crow, clenched his right hand into a fist, and all the power was released at this moment and blasted towards Lord Crow's back.

"Bang--!"

The muffled sound of explosion immediately echoed, causing the strong wind to vibrate.

Bai Ruxiang and Xu Yanyan were both bounced away by the strong wind.

The surrounding ground was also shocked, causing everyone around to retreat in panic.

The unparalleled catharsis of unparalleled power has caused considerable movements.

Only the two figures in the center of the impact did not take a step back except for a slightly shocked black suit.

Yes.

Not only did the attacker fail to retreat, but no one who connected this attack did not retreat.

“Good strength.”

Lord Ya expressed this feeling, holding Wang Yihan with one hand, and spreading his other hand sideways behind him, taking the cracked fist.

Su Ming felt like he punched the iron mountain. He had already used all the strength of his right hand, but he couldn't even shake the other party.

Lord Ya took Su Ming's right hand ten times the strength of his left hand, and seemed so easy.

"You don't seem to have the power mentioned by my two men."

The eyes under the hood of Lord Crow glanced at Su Ming's right hand, looked at the obviously cracked arm, and said.

"Is it the power of this right hand?"

When this sentence came from Lord Ya's mouth, Su Ming's spiritual sense came the most intense reaction ever.

An unprecedented warning sign appeared like a bell ringing, making Su Ming retreat without thinking.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

"Puff!"

In the dim sanctuary, a torn sound echoed incredibly clearly.

That was the sound of the body being torn apart.

Su Ming's right hand, which was hitting the palm of Lord Crow's palm, was pulled down vigorously by Lord Crow who was holding it tightly.
Chapter completed!