The middle-aged man in the brocade robe had beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. He rushed over, bowed with his hands clasped, and said in a flurry, "Lord Chu, this is all a misunderstanding! My subordinates were ignorant and have offended you!"
"A misunderstanding?" Chu Fan lifted his foot, planting it on Xia Yao's chest. He applied a bit of pressure, and Xia Yao immediately coughed up blood and screamed in agony.
Nearby, White Snake's eyes lit up. Clenching her fists, she whispered in admiration, "So cool!"
Sheng Yang fell silent the moment he saw this, the cold sweat on his forehead beading even more densely.
'Even if I fought them myself, there's no way I could handle both of them so effortlessly.'
'Yet Chu Fan had defeated two Hall Masters as if he were just toying with children!'
