C910 Can You Accept!
C910 Can You Accept!
Zhao Dawei did not finish his sentence.
He felt something sweet in his throat.
A mouthful of blood gushed out from his chest!
He "wow!" A loud sound was heard.
He spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of his internal organs.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Dawwei's face turned ashen.
He was like a rag doll that had been emptied of cotton wool.
He knew clearly in his heart that Zhang Xiaofan had struck just now.
It was to completely destroy the dantian that he had been hiding his Qi.
And this cultivation of his true essence that he had painstakingly cultivated for most of his life had been completely destroyed at this moment!
It could be said that he was no longer a cultivator.
In fact …
Any person present could take his life at any time!
The way he looked at Zhang Xiaofan was as if he was a poultry that had seen a ferocious beast!
Especially after he saw another bolt of lightning appear in his hand.
His pupils suddenly constricted!
He no longer had the bearing of a grandmaster from the previous generation.
He was so frightened that he started to crawl and roll on his hands and knees.
He directly arrived at Zhang Xiaofan's feet, kowtowing as if he were pounding garlic.
"Spare me, please spare me …"
"Brat …" "I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore …"
"Grandmaster, I hope that you can spare my pathetic life …"
Zhao Dawwei had been struck by Zhang Xiaofan earlier.
After being hit, he had completely lost any will to resist.
His entire being was filled with terror, as though his soul had left his body!
It was only out of instinct that Zhang Xiaofan kept kowtowing and begging for mercy!
Under the shocked gazes of everyone.
Zhang Xiaofan took a step forward and said in a stern voice.
"I'm going to break your Daoist magic! Are you going to accept this!?"
"Yes, yes, yes! I admit defeat! Master, I admit defeat!"
Zhang Xiaofan took another step forward and shouted.
"I'll destroy your dantian, destroy your cultivation, do you believe me?"
"Yes, yes, yes, of course!"
Zhao Dawei nodded again and again like a chick pecking rice.
Zhang Xiaofan held a thunderbolt in his hand as he shouted loudly.
"I made you beg for mercy on your knees. I made you lose all face. Are you admitting it!?"
"Master, I am convinced, convinced!"
Zhao Dawwei was bleeding from his forehead as he shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Since you are convinced, I will let you live for now!"
"Right, remember to tell the people above."
"If anyone disagrees, you can come find me at any time!"
Zhang Xiaofan dispersed the lightning in his palm.
He looked down at the kneeling and shivering Zhao Dawwei as if he was looking down at an ant.
"Yes …" Yes... "Yes …"
At this moment, Zhao Dawwei did not dare to say a word of no in front of Zhang Xiaofan.
He didn't even dare raise his head. He didn't even have the strength to stand up.
It was like a dog, crawling on all fours in front of Zhang Xiaofan.
Then, he didn't even turn his head.
He rolled and crawled his way out of the box and out of the room …
Zhang Xiaofan had his hands behind his back, as he turned around to look at Liu Yi Hu and the other higher-ups of the Fierce Tiger Gang.
Even though this Liu Yi Hu had been the commander of Hangzhou's underground forces for dozens of years.
What have you never seen before?
What kind of swordplay had he not experienced before?
It wasn't an exaggeration to say that.
He, Liu Yihu, had already passed the gates of hell who knows how many times!
But even so …
Under the calm gaze of Zhang Xiaofan.
Liu Yihu, who had always thought of himself as a brave and knowledgeable person, immediately became terrified!
His face was pale and his knees felt weak...