Standing a hundred zhang away from Liu Ming, Yang Gan observed Liu Ming's demonic and violent appearance, his green eyes flickered with light, but a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth hidden beneath the silver mask.
At this moment, a gust of wind swept over, unexpectedly lifting the silver mask off in an instant.
Immediately, a face of unparalleled beauty, enough to topple kingdoms, was revealed, with the only difference from ordinary people being her eyes, which had emerald green pupils.
Yang Gan showed no fear towards Liu Ming's ferocious appearance, instead staring intently at Liu Ming, as if waiting for something.
Liu Ming's gaze shifted abruptly, his blood-red eyes fixed on Yang Gan, and then he raised his arm, a crackling sound arose, poised to punch Yang Gan.
At this moment, a hint of struggle flashed across Liu Ming's face, and his fist, which was about to be thrown, paused momentarily.
