The young girl's tone became extremely icy.
She saw Yang Tian's face turn red, standing there uneasily, a flash of killing intent in her eyes.
She swiftly approached Yang Tian, running the Demon Breath, intending to kill Yang Tian with a single palm strike.
However, at that moment, Yang Tian, who had been standing motionless, suddenly extended his hand and gently grasped the young girl's fist.
He smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth: "Did you think this would be enough to handle me?"
"Why aren't you confused?"
The girl's eyes were filled with surprise.
"I do like women, but I'm not foolish enough to wait for you to come kill me!"
Yang Tian ran his Spiritual Breath, and with just a gentle palm, he sent the young girl flying off the martial arts platform.
All the illusions around faded away.
Yang Tian stepped forward to the center of the martial arts platform and said calmly: "You lost."
"My goodness!"
The surrounding crowd exclaimed in amazement.
