"Cough, cough, cough!"
The man in the gray robe spat out mouthfuls of blood, his pupils constricting wildly as he gazed at Ye Qingchen as if he had seen a demon.
At this moment.
Ye Qingchen was heavily stepping on him, his seemingly thin frame as immovable as a mountain, leaving the man unable to struggle or move an inch despite his efforts.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Only at this moment.
Did Jiang Churan and Hong Man arrive belatedly.
"Kill him!" Hong Man's eyes widened like brass bells as he raised a giant club, ready to strike!
"Wait!" Ye Qingchen stopped Hong Man, his gaze fixed on the man in the gray robe. "Speak, who are you, and who sent you to kill me?"
Boom!
As he spoke,
his foot pressed down forcefully, making the man's entire body crackle, bones creaking, and he couldn't help but scream in pain. Yet, even so, he maintained a mocking expression:
