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"Young Master Tang, I'm sorry, you might have lost!"
Looking at the increasingly violent wind, Yang Fan's finger moved, and the surrounding spatial energy began to condense in one direction.
"Ten square centimeters!"
The surrounding space was instantly sealed by Tang Jinming, so the cold wind couldn't blow out.
When the condensed cold wind was released, there was no place for it to disperse. It could only rampage in a small space.
Tang Jinming was covered by the storm, and his own battle skill wrapped around him. In the entire storm, his figure couldn't be seen.
"Kid, what did you do to my son?"
"It's nothing. I'm just letting him experience his own battle skill!"
Yang Fan smiled faintly, and with another flick of his finger, he said, "Ten centimeters, break!"
Space was released, and a cold wind blew, but it was already a remnant, leaving Tang Jinming half kneeling on the ground.
His arm and Qin Hen's blood continuously dripped from their wounds, making them look extremely miserable.
Even his eyes had gone blank.
"Yo!" To be able to stand up, you are truly talented! "
Tang Jinming slowly stood up. His anger prevented him from feeling the pain of his arms breaking.
"Father, kill him! I will uphold justice for my son!"
Yang Fan calmly smiled, turned around and looked at the furious Clan Leader Tang, "Don't tell me you really want to bully the young with big words!"
"Kid, you broke my son's arm, so today I'll let you give me your life!"
"How laughable!"
Yang Fan stood on the square platform, laughing out loud three times, "Your son needs to die if he has to lose his arm, I will kill your son if I lose his arm, what kind of logic is this!"
Although the spectators below were moved, none of them dared to say anything in the face of the powerful Tang Clan.
"Clan Leader Tang, Young Master Tang's medical fees were paid by my City Lord's Mansion, but today's matter cannot be blamed on this youth!"
Qin Ming looked troubled, but he still helped Yang Fan out. After all, the matter of him breaking Tang Jinming's arms was the best way to vent his anger.
"Father, I'm in so much pain. Help me kill him, kill him!"
Tang Jinming kneeled on the ground, his expression and blood on his face as sinister as they could possibly be.
"Mayor Qin, I'm afraid I can't listen to you about this. I can give up the spatial passageway, but this kid must die!"
"Tang Xiong, are you going to rebel?"
The aura of Qin Ming's seven star Dou Zong immediately created a pressuring feeling around him.
Chief Tang did not show any sign of weakness. The strength of a six star Dou Zong was not much weaker than Qin Ming's.
"City Lord Qin, sorry for the offense. After today's matter, I will ask for Jing Jing's forgiveness. Three elders, stop the City Lord!"
The three Dou Huangs leaped in front of Qin Ming. Although they could not kill him, they could delay him for a moment.
"You ?"0
"City lord need not panic, this little brat is responsible for his actions alone. If these people want to kill me, then let them kill me. They will not implicate the City Lord's Mansion!"
Looking at the troubled expression on Qin Ming's face, Yang Fan took the initiative to speak.
Qin Ming clenched his fists. In this situation, even if he took action, he would not be able to save Yang Fan.
"Good courage. I, Qin Ming, admire you. If you really die by his hands today, then from now on, the City Lord's Mansion of Desert North City will fight the Tang Clan to the death!"
"Thank you, City Lord, but these people are not qualified to kill me!"
"Arrogant brat, just die!"
Tang Xiong stepped into the air as the surrounding people all retreated. Even in the Central Continent, a Dou Zong possessed absolute strength.
"He is an elite Dou Zong, walking in the air!"
"This young man shouldn't be able to live!"
Yang Fan calmly looked at the sky and asked, "Clan Leader Tang, do you really want to force me?"
"Junior, let's see how long you can be so arrogant for!"
Dou Qi agglomerated in the surroundings. Dust and sand flew everywhere in an instant. The strength of a Dou Zong was not something that could be seen in an ordinary fight.
"You're not worthy!"
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