"Don't be complacent, you bastard. Even if we don't use poison, we will trample you to death. You are dead. I tell you, you are dead!" Ye Xiangge's face became more and more gloomy. He stared at Yuan Ye as if he were a wild animal. He held the handle of the knife, slowly clenched it, making a creaking sound.

"Huang Tongling, you haven't presided over the fight yet, but I'm waiting." The hoarse and cold voice came out of Ye Xiangge's mouth slowly.

Yuan Ye looks directly at Ye Xiangge, and his mouth finally turns on the arc of senhan. This guy, his killing intention is really big enough,...