"Trash." Yan Chihuo burst into wild laughter.
The laughter was chillingly cold.
No one dared to approach.
If Yan Chihuo truly dominated the martial arts in Xuan Country, no one would dare stop him.
The First Person's face was exceedingly unsightly: "Yan Chihuo, I won't let you succeed."
"Won't let me succeed, well, you'll have to let me think about this. What other cards do you have?" Yan Chihuo laughed, suddenly, with an expression of understanding: "Is it nuclear weapons?"
"You... how do you know?" The First Person's face changed dramatically.
"Of course I know, oh, I also know that the vehicle carrying the nuclear weapons probably can't get up the Northern Mountain. I mean, you're going all out to kill me, but when these nuclear weapons drop, the whole Northern Mountain will be gone. But I won't be hurt; instead, it is you who may all die in the blast." Yan Chihuo said.
