The Holy Master looked at Ye Tian with disdain, thinking that this young man really didn't know his place.
Dare to threaten me!?
Who would have known, in the next second.
"Bang!"
Ye Tian said nothing, and directly lifted his foot, kneeing the Holy Master in the abdomen.
The speed was too fast, the Holy Master didn't react at all!
"Puff!"
The Holy Master spat out a mouthful of blood, falling back more than ten meters.
Standing beside him, Morse was dumbfounded at this moment.
He originally thought the bishop could easily take down Ye Tian, yet unexpectedly, just after they met, the Holy Master had been knocked down!
The Holy Master lay on the ground, clutching his painfully aching abdomen, his face pale.
At this moment, Ye Tian had already walked up to him.
"Have you considered the offer?"
Ye Tian looked down at the Holy Master, asking coldly.
