er was gathering at his fingertips."Whoosh..."At this moment, the oppressive weight of space reached its peak."Bang!"At this moment, it seemed as if all sound had vanished, leaving only a dull, muffle...As soon as these words were spoken, Anran's expression changed.

"That's right, you're being so noisy! You won't stop talking. Don't you want to get beaten up" Han MiaoYi's right eye flashed red light as she clenched her fists and threatened, "The Master allows you to stand here, it's already your good fortune!"

An Ran's face became even worse.

As a Holy King, he was considered high-ranking within the Holy Academy system. In the past, he lived a life of luxury and comfort, receiving respect and preferential treatment wherever he went.

But today, at Fang Yu's place, he suffered repeated setbacks and even faced ridicule and humiliation!

"." The Tyrant of the Crimson Lion glanced at the Tyrant of Myriad Legs, he said coldly."Indeed, as long as Fang Yu is slain, the human race will be nothing but ants... Their provocation against our an...