With that, Zhu Bingshan began to take off his clothes. Once his shirt was off, he revealed a lean, wiry physique.
"None of you need to interfere. This kid is mine!" Zhu Bingshan said to the other masters, then fixed Lin Han with a smirk. "Sorry, kid. You're going to have to die."
The moment the words left his mouth, Zhu Bingshan's hands shot out. Unlike his previous slow movements, his killing strikes were exceptionally fast. All anyone heard was a sonic boom, but no one could see his hands.
"That kid is dead meat!" Seeing Zhu Bingshan make his move, Lan Rangxuan sneered, as if he could already envision the brutal scene of Lin Han's heart being crushed.
SLAP!
With a single slap, Lin Han batted Zhu Bingshan's palm strike aside.
HISS!
This was no small feat. Zhu Bingshan gasped, looking as though he had seen a ghost.
'What kind of fucking joke is this?'
'My all-out attack was just neutralized with a single slap?'
