“Bastard, you’re courting death!”0

Even though Chen Fan had a firm grip on his neck, Commander Wang’s face remained fierce. He raised his saber and aimed a deadly strike at Chen Fan’s head.0

“Hmph!” Chen Fan snorted coldly and crushed the saber light. He unleashed his strength through his palm, driving it into Commander Wang and shattering his dantian.0

“Ah, bastard, you crippled me!” Commander Wang’s complexion turned pale. His gaze became incomparably resentful, and he roared angrily, “Attack, kill him, kill him for me!”0

“Bastard, how dare you cripple Commander Wang’s cultivation?! You have made an enemy out of our Dragon God Army. You’re dead meat! You’ve sinned greatly. No one...0