"In my life, I don't like people threatening me the most, especially my friends..."

Tang Fan raised his hand and turned it into a blade, and struck the man's right shoulder with his palm.

"laugh!"

The sound of flesh tearing sounded in the air, and his entire arm flew into the air, then exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

"ah……"

Fang Tong shivered in fright. Although it was not the first time that he saw Tang Xiaowu take action, he still felt horrified.

"Don't...don't kill me..."

The disciple of the True Immortal Pavilion grimaced in pain and almost fainted. If Tang Fan hadn't pinched his neck, he would have fallen to the ground long ago.

"How many of you are there this time? Who is taking the lead?"

Tang Fan's palm was so strong that he almost broke his neck.

His other hand waved up and slapped him hard on the face.
Chapter completed!