After exchanging several moves with the pale-faced young man, Han Xiaohan suddenly felt disappointed. The pale-faced young man could no longer stir up the surging emotions in his heart. With a sigh, he suddenly increased his strength. He did not see how he moved, but his palm grabbed the wrist of the young man holding the knife. The latter was shocked and changed color. His other hand rushed to his wrist to resolve the crisis. However, as soon as he moved, Han Xiaohan stretched his arm forward and pressed the young man's other arm with his arm. He continued to move forward with unabated strength. wWW!QuanBen-XiaoShuo!CoM
The young man's strength was gone as he was pushed by him, and he kept retreating. Han Xiaohan advanced faster and faster, and finally, he and the other person were almost flying on the ground.
The two of them rushed towards the crowd watching the fight at the door, one in front and one behind, scaring everyone so much that they all dodged and moved aside.
Han Xiaohan pushed the pale-faced young man out of the room and slammed him against the wall of the corridor. With a dull "bang", the wall broke and the whole body of the pale-faced young man sank deeply into the wall.
Han Xiaohan withdrew his hands, and without his feet touching the ground, his body swayed and he floated back into the house. He stood on the table, his eyes gleaming with lightning as he slowly gazed around.
The ten people headed by Wei Yihang all gasped and fell back under his gaze.
They were well aware of how powerful the white-faced young man was, and the fact that Han Xiaohan was able to defeat him was so powerful that it frightened everyone.
"He didn't give me an answer, I think you should give me one." Han Xiaohan's eyes fell on Wei Yihang's face, his two red eyes were almost bleeding.
Wei Yihang shuddered with fear. He could not imagine that he could not beat Han Xiaohan when he was a normal person, and even after becoming a vampire and his strength increased several times, he was still full of fear of him.
Before he could speak, a calm voice sounded in the corridor: "Han Xiaohan, do you think you really beat me?"
Han Xiaohan took a breath when he heard the sound and turned his head to look, only to see the white-faced young man actually slowly crawling out of the big hole in the wall, with his head hung low. He brushed the dust off his body as if nothing had happened to him just now, and said calmly: "It cannot be denied that your kung fu has reached a terrifying level, but you are still some distance away if you want to kill me." As he spoke, he suddenly raised his head, and his originally emerald green eyes turned dark green, lifeless, his fair face was covered with blue silk lines, and the blood vessels under his skin swelled, as if they were about to jump out.
"You're still alive?!" Han Xiaohan was surprised and full of doubts. He knew exactly how much force he had used just now.
"Perhaps you will be disappointed, but I'm still alive!" The white-faced young man loosened his palms, and with a clinking sound, the thin knife fell to the ground. He spread his hands and smiled, "You are the second person who forced me to use my real skills. Just for this reason, you can die proudly." Han Xiaoan sneered and said, "There are many people who want me dead, and I don't mind one more of you." The white-faced young man sighed and said, "I didn't want to kill you, but now I have changed my mind." Before he finished speaking, he spread out his five fingers, and five rays of light flew towards Han Xiaohan like lightning.
Han Xiaohan thought to himself that he was so fast and quickly jumped to the side. Before his feet landed on the ground, a claw came towards him. The half-foot long black nails were like five poisonous arrows, piercing his face.
Ah! Even Han Xiaohan didn't see who attacked him, and it happened suddenly. He didn't have any preparation, so he just leaned back instinctively. Hiss, the claws scratched his chest, leaving three bloody marks. Han Xiaohan gritted his teeth in pain, pulled back, and looked carefully. The white-faced young man was standing three steps away from him, easily flicking off the remaining cloth on his nails.