More Helping Hands

Zhao Lun had only wanted to kill Ling Han to save face before. From this instant on, however, he was finally taking Ling Han seriously, now viewing him as an enemy whom he definitely had to kill.

Facing an enemy, of course he had to be as ruthless as the autumn wind was to falling leaves!

Zhao Lun wore a cold expression as he made a tapping motion toward Gu Lingyu. As if becoming a stone statue, she instantly became immobile.

"Heh, no wonder you're so arrogant and dare to challenge me. It turns out that you're hiding behind women!" Zhao Lun closed in on Ling Han and delivered another palm strike toward him.

"However, no one that I've wanted to kill has ever escaped alive!"

Peng!

The ground tremored as his palm slammed down, yet Ling Han had already disappeared from the ground.