The hard blood-red fang, the token representing the Blood Teeth Team's Death Order, was crushed to dust between Mu Fan's fingers.
A cloud of blood-red dust rose in front of him.
He stepped forward…
Lu Qingxue had just sat down when she felt a terrifying tremor emanate from beneath her feet.
The figure that brought warmth to her from the darkness vanished instantly.
And where Mu Fan had been standing, there appeared a depression nearly two meters in diameter on the ground.
[Such power...]
Lu Qingxue's clear eyes shone brightly, her heart mildly stirred.
[Strength breaks a thousand moves!]
This state of Mu Fan brought Lu Qingxue a peak violence, strong enough to defy imagination.
The blood-stained silhouette shot straight towards the opposite side, Mu Fan's right hand like a clamp, his stern gaze fixed on Poison King's... throat.
At this moment, Poison King, his hands cupped in front of his chest, conjuring a black mist.
Press and merge…
Press and merge…
