"In that case, you must die too!"
Ruan Caixiong's eyes were filled with undisguised killing intent.
Chen Ming felt that this man had been suppressed for too long, a bit abnormal, and nothing he said would work, "Since that's the case, why don't you make your move?"
"No rush."
Ruan Caixiong smiled slightly, "Let's take care of the others first."
As he spoke, he raised his hand, and a stream of light blue Gang Yuan transformed into a giant palm, striking toward Fang Yong, several feet away.
Originally unconscious, Fang Yong had already leapt up and was escaping quickly.
It turned out he had been pretending to be unconscious all along.
However, in Ruan Caixiong's eyes, the two First Grade disciples of Nine Nether Sect were the most threatening, so naturally, he had to deal with them first to feel at ease.
Rumble.
