The Twelfth Movement, Infused

“Sorry, neither!”

Ye Chen was not interested in that low-rank defensive weapon that was covered in blood and flesh, so he just let it fall down, making a “ting” sound. He turned his body slowly to face her.

“I guarantee that you will die in the cruelest way!”

The old lady was called Wang Fang, one of the top two powerful warriors of the Wang family, whose power was just below the current leader of the family, who was indeed her eldest brother. For the past few years, besides all of the major problems that had been handled by the family leader, she had taken care of most of other things which led to her arrogant attitude. However, all of the people on the Snake Island were afraid of her more than the family leader. Right then, after hearing Ye Chen, her face started to twist. The three headed snake shadow behind her was hissing loudly as well.

Shoo!