C120

"Boom!"

"Crack!" Two different sounds rang out. Han Yang had used his chest to receive Zheng Tao's palm strike, while Han Yang's fist had completely crippled Zheng Tao's left hand.

"You little bastard, how dare you!" An elderly voice could be heard from the back of Dragon Tiger Mountain. A figure charged towards Han Yang at an extremely fast speed.

A wave of pressure assaulted him