Zhao Hanli wore a smug expression, even though his right arm was broken, half his body was soaked in blood, and he was nearly half dead. At this moment, he was wildly arrogant, already seeing Wang Yan as a defeated foe, like fish on a chopping block.
"Get on your knees quickly, or I'll kill you right now."
Zhao Hanli kept shouting loudly.
"Brother Wang Yan, run away quickly," the young lady Bai Yue also shouted anxiously.
But, at this moment, Wang Yan raised an eyebrow and instead let out a cold smile. Not only did he not retreat, but he pointed the Soul-Breaking Spear in his hand at Zhao Hanli, and began walking towards him step by step.
Zhao Hanli was startled, hurriedly swinging the Demon Venerable Strike in front of young lady Bai Yue, and shouted: "Stop! Aren't you afraid of death?"
Wang Yan replied coldly, "No one can threaten me with death."
After saying that, Wang Yan took another step forward.
