Like a ball, Mo Wuya vomited blood, and his whole body was in excruciating pain.

Mo Wuya hadn't finished spitting out the blood here, and Ye Fan's next blow fell again.

A powerful punch hit Mo Wuya in the chest.

Rao is his title and cultivation base, and his physical body is comparable to steel.

But under Ye Fan's punch, all his defenses were still broken in an instant.

Huge force wrapped around Mo Wuya, and he knocked down a building directly behind him.

Amidst the ear-piercing explosion, Mo Wuya's body dragged misty ashes and smashed into the ground again.

This time, Mo Wuya couldn't stand up again.

Like a dog, lying on the ruins, dying.

All the previous majesty has disappeared at this time.

Instead, there was only a face full of embarrassment and haggardness.

Who would have thought that under Ye Fan's hands, the majestic title of Yanxia Kingdom would be like a pig or a dog?

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The sound of footsteps approached from far to near, slowly approaching in the direction of Mo Wuya.

It seemed that the footsteps of the god of death were walking towards him.

Mo Wuya was completely panicked.

The feeling of death is like a shadow.

As if being strangled by someone's throat, the overwhelming sense of fear is suffocating.

"Don't kill me"

"I don't want to die"

Mo Wuya's voice was almost choked with sobs.

He was really scared.

He really doesn't want to die.

He wants to live.

He is still young, he still has such a bright future, he cannot die here so early, he still has so many things to do, and he still has so many dreams to fulfill.

He regrets it.

He shouldn't have come to Jiangdong.

He shouldn't be the vanguard to deal with Ye Fan and Ye Fan's hometown.

He wanted to escape, he wanted to go back to Yanshan, he missed his father.

However, the huge pain and serious injuries on his body made Mo Wuya unable to even stand up, let alone run away. JrNovels.com