Kill, Kill, Kill

"You traitor of the Star Picking Sword Sect, you actually disobeyed the division. Today we will clear the door for Meng Tianhe and kill you little beast!"

"Fuck you uncle!"

Chen Han's eyes flashed, and the muscles in his whole body were instantly tense to the limit, the speed almost reached a quarter of the speed of sound, and he rushed towards the talking horse-faced man like thunder: "Don't say these bright nonsense to Lao Tzu, Ouyang Ying If Hong hires you to kill me, it depends on whether you have the life to take those benefits, go to death...

These people have heard about Chen Han, and even more from Ouyang Yinghong's mouth, that his fighting power is extraordinary, and no one dares to be arrogant.

They took out their personal weapons and infused them with infuriating energy. Three swords, two long knives, and one two-handed tomahawk were unsheathed.