Angel. Damn bastard!
Upon hearing Yang Tianhe's words, his initial anger crashed to the ground, his face turned pale, and blood began to seep out.
"How… how could this be?! I'm already a powerhouse who's entered the capital. How could you injure me…?"
Speaking of this, my temper couldn't be suppressed any longer.
Initially, he was truly ecstatic about breaching the threshold, thinking his strength had returned to its peak from a hundred years ago.
To think that in such a brief moment of true prowess, he and Yang Tianchuan's blade would both suffer severe injuries!
Yang Chuan had no idea when or how this heavy blade was coming.
Pu Chengmink's crumbling expression, Liang Chuan's unwavering silence, and Wu Xi's sharp retort: "Why don't you know what you ought to know?"
Yes, what happened… The Holy Mother bit into the water.
"He was already a dead man!" Yang Tian softly said with indifference.
The hot-tempered one flushed with rage upon hearing this.
