"Bang, slap..." Looking at the corpses of his subordinates fell to the ground with horror, Han Ding felt his legs were weak, but the boy was unwilling to let go of his neck and roared, "You, who are you? He actually offended me. My father is Han Zheng, the patriarch of the Moudu Tribe...you..."

"Bang!"

Before the other party could finish speaking, Guan Heng waved his hand and slapped the other party in the face, but his strength was indeed not light or heavy, because Guan Heng didn't want this guy to die happily. He said at this moment: "No matter how nonsense you talk, you still have no way to live today. The difference is to die sooner or later."

At this moment, Guan Heng paused a little, and a cold and cold light burst out in his eyes. He said word by word: "You, the woman who offended me, even if it was a verbal offense, will be redeemed for his sins if you die!"

Hearing this, Han Ding's face turned red. He subconsciously argued: "I, my target is not those two girls..."

Guan Heng looked at the other party coldly: "Tianlin? Ruotao? They are just my girls."

"Uh?! Could it be that little girl?" Han Ding was shocked at this moment. The boy blurted out shamelessly: "Brother, do you have the same hobbies as me, and you also treat those..."

"Bang!" After hearing the other party's words, Guan Heng, whose eyes were so angry that he punched the boy in the cheek: "Fart!"

Han Ding was beaten to the point of his eyes, and spit out a few shattered teeth. Guan Heng knocked him to the ground with a punch, then raised his foot and stepped on the other party's head. He gritted his teeth and shouted: "I don't have the same hobby as you, the clumsy. My woman is just temporarily borrowing the body of a child. She is an adult!"

"A bastard, you don't even let go of the child. You dare to attack Qinghuang? Go and die!"

"Bang bang bang!" Guan Heng scolded and punched Han Ding. Han Ding screamed in pain at this time: "Ancestor, uncle, stop hitting, please stop hitting..."

"Swish!" Guan Heng's next punch stopped in front of the other party's nose. He asked coldly: "Tell me, how many children have you harmed over the years? Tell me all the stories without missing a single one."

...

At this time, Tian Lin and Ruotao, who were holding Qing Huang, looked at the place with black fog in front, and stood beside them with ghost-swallowing tigers, like snakes and birds.

Listening to Han Ding's screams coming from over there, Tian Lin shook her head slightly: "I deserve it. This villain is really worthy of it, but... why did Brother Guan take it on his own? I also want to punish the evil."

"In my opinion, it probably has a lot to do with the other party's eyeing Qinghuang." Ruotao whispered to the sleeping girl in his arms: "Whenever Qinghuang is involved, the young master will hardly restrain his emotions, and those guys' dirty words are really harsh."

Just as the second girl was talking in a low voice, the dark haze smog not far ahead suddenly disappeared. Guan Heng walked out with a calm face. Next to the big tree not far behind him, half of the dead Han Ding had been crushed into it. This guy actually had thirteen terrifying fist holes running through the front and back.

At this time, Guan Heng came to Tian Lin and shook his fist covered in plasma: "Is there anything that can wipe your hands? This guy's stinky blood is so dirty."

"Yes, thanks to the spare handkerchief I carried on." Tianlin said and handed over the silk handkerchief. She frowned and said, "Twist it away after using it. Brother Guan, why did you kill him like this? Isn't it okay to get it done with one sword? I have to dirty my hands..."

"Oh, you don't know that this beast named Han Ding should have died of sin. If I hadn't been afraid of wasting time, I wouldn't have let him die so cheaply."

Guan Heng wiped his hands at this time and said calmly: "He is only twenty-five or six years old. In recent years, he has killed thirteen children with his own hands... Each of his young lives was originally a treasure loved by his parents. Unexpectedly, he would be killed by this beast's thirteen punches. It was the lowest punishment."

"Uh?!" Hearing this, Tian Lin and Ruotao were so angry that they trembled all over, and then gritted their teeth and said in unison: "This scammer who killed thousands of swords is well beaten!"

"Swish swish swish swish--" In an instant, two figures fell in front of everyone, and it was Agou and Shan Crown.

"It seems that your side has already solved it." Agou glanced at the scum around him with disdain, and then said: "It's just right. I asked those two half-black realm powerhouses to go here for a while, and it's probably coming soon."

Sure enough, not beyond Agou's expectations, after more than ten breaths, two people, one fat and one thin, rushed to the near woods. When they saw the corpses all over the ground in shock, their faces became extremely ugly.

"Why? Could it be that those people from the ancient country of Yu took the action?" Elder Liang just muttered, and Elder Chang beside him immediately roared: "Look, it's Young Master Nine!"

When the two saw Han Ding, who was extremely miserable in death, they immediately walked over. Fatty Liang and Han Ding were close to each other. At this time, they were shocked and angry. He said in a trembling tone: "It's over, he is the son of the patriarch. If Han Zheng blames him, you and I will not escape from being angry."

"Hmph, Han Ding, I killed it!"

At this moment, Guan Heng, not far away, walked over. For his intentions, Agou and others did not follow him. When Liang and Chang heard this, they were furious and immediately showed a deep red aura around them and were about to take action: "So bold, they dare to kill our patriarch's son."

"Hmph, let alone killing Han Ding, a beast that is worse than that of beasts, I will kill everyone who falls here. If you don't accept it, you have to keep your life!"

"Wuwuwuwu--" As soon as Guan Heng finished speaking, the seven ghosts immediately appeared with the wind. They all exploded and did not lose to Chang. The murderous aura of Liang and the other two hissed and trembled around Guan Heng.

"The Red-Air Ghost?!" They had never heard of guys like Guan Heng. When they thought of fighting against the seven Red-Air Ghost, Elder Chang and Elder Liang were immediately scared into a cold sweat.

"There are faults and the debts are the masters. Like Han Ding, these dead people want to attack my women and girls. They are worthy of death."

Guan Heng said coldly at this time: "As for you two, you have been staying in the restaurant. I know you are not involved. Now I will give you a chance to immediately clean up Han Ding's corpse and get out of here, and then tell Han Zheng of the Moudu tribe that I will kill a son today and destroy his entire clan tomorrow. As long as he dares to mess with me, this statement will surely come true!"

"A good boy, just a half-red realm, has this kind of deterrent power, and I am ashamed of myself."
Chapter completed!