up as the two faced off!The naked eye could clearly see that Tiangang Xing's fingers were getting closer and closer to Zhao Ping'an's throat.The phantom claws, conjured out of thin air, are tightening... Wang FanHe wouldn't let him ask.A cautious cultivator at the front, with as their prefix, carefully asked: "Who is Wang Fan"The old man didn't look at him, his eyes fixed on Zhao Ping'an, silent."Yo...