Even together, the brothers Iron Bone and Iron Heart were no match for Pan Hua, which showed just how terrifying this man was.
"We have no grudges between us. Why must you attack me for a scumbag?" Yang Qi asked, looking at Pan Hua.
Pan Hua stood with his hands behind his back, embodying the air of a Grandmaster—arrogant and invincible. He did not take Yang Qi seriously at all. However, the man truly had a reason to be proud, for he was a Third Rank Great Grandmaster.
"What kind of person Mr. Johnny is does not concern me. However, I owe him a favor. So today, you must die," Pan Hua said indifferently. "I know you killed the five Independents, defeated Song Yan, and even bested the Iron Bone and Iron Heart brothers. But let me tell you, even if they joined forces, they couldn't possibly defeat me. You might as well stop resisting and just kill yourself. I can leave you with an intact corpse. It would save me the trouble!"
"And what if I refuse?" Yang Qi laughed.
