Yan Xiang's pupils suddenly shrank, killing intent surging in his eyes.
He had never imagined that the man before him, knowing his identity, would still dare to be this arrogant.
The robbery hasn't even started yet, and he dares to boast about wiping out my entire Yan Family?
Someone this reckless and courting death, keeping him alive will become a huge hidden danger!
They say it's better to offend a gentleman than a petty villain.
Sometimes these petty villains are more like vipers hiding in the dark, suddenly taking a bite at you, even landing a fatal strike.
In that case, there's no need to keep such a person alive.
"I, Yan, do not cut down nameless ghosts beneath my spear!" Yan Xiang bellowed, the Thunder Light on his Long Spear surging into blazing violet arcs, the violent thunder crackling so intensely it ionized the air around them, "Report your name!"
