Wronged
編輯: Henyee Translations
Ling Han stood with his hands clasped behind his back, carrying a faint smile, and said, "You people have all offended me, yet you don't even know who I am?"
"Stop acting and tell us who you are!" someone shouted harshly. In any case, there was a Third Tier in front of him, so he dared to do this.
Ling Han looked towards him, and casually raised his hand then pressed down.
Peng, that person turned into a mist of blood.
Calm and composed, there was not the slightest bit of anger. In fact, there was not the slightest bit of damage to the walls of the houses around him, but a Second Tier had practically died without emitting even a sound.
What kind of great power was this, and what kind of precise control over power was this?
Everyone was trembling. Though there was a Third Tier in front of them, from the look of things now, he might as well be completely just for show.