Qin Tian and Su Yu Kuang were about to clash again. Qin Tian had no idea that Su Yu Kuang's left hand was a mechanical iron hand. He still punched towards Su Yu Kuang, bracing himself to take Su Yu Kuang's punch in return.
Su Yu Kuang's eyes showed a ferocious grimace. If this iron hand struck Qin Tian, Qin Tian's ribs would surely break, leading to his immediate death.
Just as Qin Tian was about to suffer from Su Yu Kuang's sinister move, a voice echoed from outside the door, "Su Yu Kuang, sneaking an attack with your iron hand, have you no shame?"
Upon hearing this familiar voice, everyone present cheered.
There was no need to look; everyone knew that the speaker was Wang Yan.
Sure enough, following the voice, two people walked in from outside, standing in the middle of the hall.
Leading the way was a man with smooth, fair skin, a distinct and cold profile, and deep black eyes that shone with an enchanting glow. This man was Wang Yan.
