"Such speed!"
Watching the streak of light shooting towards him, Xiao Tian's pupils involuntarily shrank slightly.
It was an old man dressed in a blue robe, about seventy years old, thin in stature, with a gaunt face, resembling a zombie crawling out of hell, giving an eerie and terrifying impression.
Upon his arrival, the burly men lying on the ground, constantly wailing, instantly changed expressions, revealing excited and arrogant faces.
"Master Fan, you're here, that's great, this kid is really tough!"
"Master Fan, you must avenge us brothers, kill this kid!"
"No, Master Fan, I beg you to first break his limbs, cripple his arms and legs, and then mercilessly torture him to death!"
Everyone started clamoring, the young man stomped on by Xiao Tian's foot looked at him with a face full of hatred, wishing he could chop him into mince meat.
Paying no attention to these voices, Xiao Tian coldly eyed the newcomer and spoke with a frigid expression, "Iron Corpse Fan Ming?"
