C1334 Fight Qin Hong

Get your hands off me or die!

Those few words were incomparably cold, and each word was filled with killing intent!

The Emperor's Fist attacked. In Qin Hong's eyes, it was naturally the figure of a scholar like Meng Fann. His black hair was as dense as a waterfall, and his eyes were intimidating as he strode over.

This was Meng Fann