Qin Tian could never have imagined that Su Yu Kuang would be so insane. His kitchen knife had struck Su Yu Kuang's shoulder, yet Qin Tian felt as if he didn't notice at all, charging ahead fiercely.
Qin Tian hurriedly tried to pull out the kitchen knife, but to his surprise, it was embedded in Su Yu Kuang's shoulder and couldn't be extracted.
In that moment of delay, Su Yu Kuang had already rushed up to Qin Tian, raising his left hand, the Iron Hand, to grasp Qin Tian's throat.
Su Yu Kuang's left hand glimmered with an ominous black light, exuding a cold chill. If it descended, Qin Tian's throat would certainly be effortlessly crushed.
Qin Tian was greatly alarmed. Wanting to dodge at that moment was already too late. His heart chilled, and he couldn't help but close his eyes.
