"Not good!"
BOOM!
The Pure Yang Divine Fist slammed into Cold Blood Iron General.
"AH!"
Cold Blood Iron General let out an agonized wail. His body was so shattered that any attempt at repair would only hasten his death.
Ye Fan's methods were terrifying. Realizing he was no match for Ye Fan, Cold Blood Iron General let out a scream of utter despair.
Ye Fan stood his ground, utterly calm. To him, slaying Cold Blood Iron General was a matter of course. If he couldn't even kill a minor Iron General, how could he speak of carrying out his expulsion plan? The Four Great Iron Generals were merely the second obstacle on his path, and he still had a long way to go. It was time to put an end to this.
He suddenly lunged forward, determined to finish Cold Blood Iron General once and for all.
Ye Fan struck swiftly, his sword ripping through the air in a stroke filled with lethal intent.
