How could Qiang Liang have known that Yang Fei's Turtle Extreme had already begun to signal danger?
He handed the iron box in his hands to Yang Fei with both hands, his face full of respect.
Only from the side could one see the downward-curved lips of this fellow, revealing Fangs, his face full of viciousness.
Yang Fei coldly looked at the Underworld Gate, the Great Mysterious Taoist, and more than a dozen experts not far away, and gently picked up the box.
Many people's eyes were fixed steadfastly on Yang Fei.
The air seemed to stop flowing, the cold intent to kill making everyone feel suffocated.
Yang Fei picked up the box, preparing to open the lid.
Qiang Liang's face was filled with unconcealable joy, intentionally or unintentionally eyeing the bell at his waist.
Bang!
The next second, Yang Fei opened the lid and directly smashed the iron box onto Qiang Liang's face.
Buzz!
