Yao Ziyang felt a sudden tearing pain from his back! Then he lowered his head suddenly, and a bloody palm suddenly penetrated his chest and penetrated out from in front of him.
"Don't you know what the birth of a pure and pure martial arts book means to the entire Chinese martial arts?"
"Countless families and strong men will go out and kill for the sake of this martial arts book in your hand. Corpses will be everywhere and rivers of blood will flow."
"And you and your family will definitely bear the brunt and become the first victims of this melee."
"So, let me free you."
"Tell me where you have hidden this martial arts book. I will protect your family, and you will die in my hands. You will die anyway if you go out. If you die in my hands, you can exchange
Thousands of people in your Yao family, including your family, have lost their lives."
"What do you think of this deal?"
Yao Ziyang lowered his head and looked at the right palm that pierced through his back and stretched out from his chest... "Pfft!" A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth!
"You want me to hand over the Yao family's martial arts, what are you dreaming about..."
"puff!"
Before Yao Ziyang could finish speaking, he saw the bloody palm suddenly pulled back! A huge blood hole suddenly appeared in Yao Ziyang's chest!
"It doesn't matter if you don't tell me. I will find it out myself. It's a pity that you just want to die on your own. I have to join the entire Yao family to bury you together!"
"boom!"
A big hand suddenly grabbed Yao Ziyang's neck.
Immediately, he twisted it violently
"Crack!"
Yao Ziyang's head was directly torn off by Nangong Wuxiu, and he was carried in his hand. The decapitated body didn't even look at it and walked directly off the ring.
"Zi Yang!"
"My son!"
In the stands, the Yao family camp instantly erupted into miserable screams.