“Little bastard, go to hell! Die, die, die!” Nie Han roared furiously as he attacked madly.0

His blows came harder, fiercer, each more ruthless than the last.0

A massive bloody hand materialized, blotting the sky as it lunged toward Chen Fan with overwhelming force.0

Nie Han wanted to kill Chen Fan in one move, giving him no time to breathe.0

“Old fart, do you remember what I said? Next time we meet, you’d die without a grave. Today is the day you die, old fart!”0

The memory of being hunted, humiliated, and forced to flee surged back, his rage igniting. His eyes turned red, and he did not dodge. Instead, he unleashed a Hand of Demon that broke through the sky.0

That...0