C1110 Finally

Lin Yaoyang looked at Titled Fighters who stood in front of him with a ferocious smile on his face. His palm was as sharp as a blade, and it was actually aimed at Titled Fighters's shoulder.

It seemed like he was trying to cut off Lin Yaoyang's entire arm.

A hint of ruthlessness flashed across Lin Yaoyang's eyes. A light flashed in his hand