"There's no suspense now that Helan Xing is making his move!"
"That bastard got lucky, but becoming a cripple is worse than death!"
Guo Wenzhan watched as Helan Xing made his move first; he couldn't help suppressing his desire to strike, his face cold and grim.
Among everyone present, none hated Xu Yang more than him, Helan Xing, and Surihan!
The others might want to see Xu Yang defeated, killed even, but their anger was nowhere near as fierce as the three's.
Helan Xing made his move silently—no one warned Xu Yang!
The miserable Surihan's pupils contracted, a wild joy spreading across his face.
"Xu Yang, you're dead!"
Xu Yang's brows tightened, every hair on his body standing on end!
A terrifying sense of danger rushed at him from behind!
"Shit!"
Without hesitation, he dove forward violently.
BOOM!
A thunderous crash; where he had just stood, a giant pit was blasted out.
Xu Yang saw this, his face turning pale, feeling as if facing a great enemy!
