C192 Brainless Fan

"Bang!" Blood sprayed as the man toppled backward.

Ye Rong shook his head, lamenting once more the venomous nature of women. Their levels of cultivation were nearly identical, yet if they could only withstand the poison as he did, standing firm as a mountain, would they end up looking like a pig?

"You! You!" bellowed the man with the pig-like visage.

"Zhu Nan! Keep your cool!"

Ye Rong