The entire Wanbao Tower was completely silent.
The pressure pouring down from the private room on the second floor was like an invisible giant mountain, pressing on everyone's soul. The weaker demon cultivator was already foaming at the mouth and passed out. Even those demon giants who have been famous for a long time can only kneel on the ground in humiliation, unable to even raise their heads.
They feel that what they are facing is not a person, but a sky, an angry sky that is about to collapse and crush everything into powder!
Ye Fan was the only one standing.
He felt like his bones were wailing and every inch of flesh and blood was being torn apart. That force not only acted on his body, but also impacted on his will, telling him to kneel down and surrender, otherwise he would die.
But he didn't.
Why?
Just because you are strong, you can do whatever you want?
Just because you are superior, you can treat all living beings as playthings?
I, Ye Fan, even if I die here today, my spine will never be bent!
"I'll say it again," Ye Fan stared at the blurry figure on the second floor and squeezed out a few words through his teeth, "She is not a commodity!" "
In the private room, Li Cangtian looked expressionlessly at the young man below who was covered in blood but still standing upright.
