"You're the one who's overestimating yourself!"
A sudden shout, Lin Tian's eyes ice-cold, his hand throbbing with the power of True Qi, carried a terrifying aura like the weight of Taishan bearing down, mercilessly striking towards Baao Zhiyuan.
Lin Tian's attack, with his palm, came without any combat skills or spells.
It was a real simplification—a suppression!
For Baao Zhiyuan on the other side, he wasn't even worth using any combat techniques!
Baao Zhiyuan felt the same.
To him, Lin Tian was just a run-of-the-mill, secular youngster, a ranting ant.
He didn't use any demon techniques or combat techniques either, but with Demonic Qi enhancement, he struck out brutally, as if preparing to swat a grasshopper to death.
And in his eyes, Lin Tian was just like that jumping grasshopper, making his skin crawl.
Now, he was going to swat it dead!
"An insignificant ant dares to strike, how laughable!"
