LEGEND OF THE DEMON KING.
213.YAN FU'S.
You may not care about the others, but, let me tell you, when provoking the Pill King Hall, all you will receive is death!
Fuck, when do I go and do that? Didn't you choose me intentionally?
Gasping for breath, Tan Wen Hong clenched his fists.
This punk is too patronizing. I might fake defeat, but not before I let him feel a little!
At this thought, Tan Wen Hong stopped his running, as if tired.
Yan Fu was very happy, sending out poisonous mist tendrils of red, yellow, and green right for him.
But Tan Wen Hong narrowed his eyes and with a loud explosion,
he charged through the three poison tendrils and entered into the fog like an artillery shell.
Yan Fu was able to see what Tan Wen Hong was planning and became shocked.
He's preparing to step aside. But he was late in reacting and Tan Wen Hong was already in front of him, his hands clutching his neck.
“, if the poison is so great! Then you and I will die together! ”
Poison seeped into his body and Tan Wen Hong's face alternated between red, yellow and green.
His mouth and nose were bleeding constantly, but he did not care, kicking Yan Fu's chest!
The bones cracked with a crisp sound and Yan Fu spat out blood. His eyes were filled with fear.
He could not believe there was a man who was not afraid of poison and attacked with such determination.
Most people would be hesitant in the face of the poison fog.
But who knew Zhuo Fan as an exception?
His method was firm determination, choosing death for both of them. Is Yan Fu going to meet his end?
“Crazy people, you are absolutely crazy!”
Yan Fu became hysterical watching the dark blood flow freely from Tan Wen Hong's face.
Smiling, Tan Wen Hong's eyes flashed with a crazy look,
“He-he-he, I'm crazy! Since I am going to die, I will drop you first and avenge me!”
Yan Fu was itching to cry out from all the pain.
But this is just the beginning.
Before he could make a sound, though,
Tan Wen Hong grabbed his skull and slapped it about a dozen times.
A sharp sound echoed in the street as Yan Fu's teeth were thrown with every slap.
Her eyes were wet but had no energy to cry.
An incredible pain pierced into his heart and all he could do was groan.
Xiao Dandan and brother Dong who came out of the tavern stared in shock.
Xiao Dandan even closed his mouth, not believing what he saw.
In reality, Yan Fu's injuries were extremely shallow, barely enough to kill him, he said,
while Tan Wen Hong had poison flowing through him and his life seeped out quickly from his body.
It won't be long before he gives up and dies.
However, from the interaction of the two, it seemed like Tan Wen Hong was the winner
and faced a heavy deadly blow, while Yan Fu was akin to a prostrating loser apologizing.
This is impossible!
Xiao Dandan watched with mixed feelings as
Tan Wen Hong was getting closer to death yet stronger than before.
He was obviously dying yet in his final moments, he was the strongest in the world.
He had never seen a man like this, not once.
His heart was suddenly filled with regret, actually hoping that Tan Wen Hong would continue living.