On the contrary, Wu Taishan's arm was sore and numb, as if a punch had collided with a magic weapon.

"Damn it! No wonder I couldn't kill you just now, you have such a strong body!"

Meng Qianfeng looked shocked and opened his mouth wide.

Is Yang Haoran's physical strength so powerful?

Even in his heyday, he could not catch up with Yang Haoran.

How is this done? It’s absolutely terrifying!

Yang Haoran approached Wu Taishan step by step, with a cold expression on his face.

"The Jianghu people still say that trouble does not harm the family, but you three aristocratic families don't even have a bottom line!

Actually targeting everyone who has a relationship with me!

Such an animal behavior is outrageous to both humans and gods!

Which of you killed my disciple Cheng Er?"

Wu Taishan snorted coldly: "That kind of trash is not worth my own hands.

But what can you do if I give an order?

It was a mistake for him to become your disciple, and he deserves to die!"
Chapter completed!