Haha, Lin Zhan, are you sure you want me to apologize to that old guy?

Tang Yiyong had a fierce look in his eyes, so what if he was an elder of the Chinese nation? The Tang family had thousands of years of history, and his ancestors were still in charge. Asking him to apologize to Huangfu Long was simply a dream!

Boom!

Lin Zhan raised his foot and stepped directly on Tang Yiyong's knee. Immediately, Tang Yiyong's legs were broken into two parts, and blood spurted all over the floor.

ah

Tang Yiyong screamed, deafening. Dia, who had originally planned to win over Tang Yiyong, turned pale and hid aside, shivering.

Lin Zhan, you are not a human being!

Tang Yiyong glared at Lin Zhan fiercely, who had a smile on his face.

Don't worry, we are all martial arts practitioners after all. I won't kill you. If you don't apologize to my teacher, you will end up like your father!

After listening to Lin Zhan's words, Tang Yiyong's face suddenly turned pale. The most important thing for a martial artist is his own cultivation. If his cultivation is abolished, he might as well be killed.

Tang Yiyong was a martial arts fanatic. He was usually very arrogant and offended many of his colleagues. Once his cultivation was abolished, he would definitely be hunted down by those enemies.

Lin Zhan, tell me, are you in the divine realm?

Although Tang Yiyong had guessed the result, he still couldn't believe it. After all, Lin Zhan was too young.

Too much nonsense!
Chapter completed!