"You scoundrel, don't you dare run!"
Ying Ming Hao roared himself hoarse, his voice exploding through the air like thunder and making the entire Martial Platform tremble slightly.
His shout was so loud that everyone present heard it clearly, including the many Heavenly Prodigies locked in fierce combat.
Clearly, Ying Ming Hao knew that to put on a convincing act, he had to make it flawless, so he did not hesitate to clamp that great black pot of blame firmly onto Theodore's head.
"Senior Brother Ying, I'll help you!"
Just then, an angry shout rang out, followed by a figure racing over like lightning.
It was Yang Fanyuan, charging over with great strides, a razor-sharp spear raised high in his hand as he lunged aggressively at Odeu.
In the blink of an eye, Yang Fanyuan abruptly raised his hand and used his spear to firmly block Odeu's swinging Black Wooden Club, successfully creating a perfect opening for Ying Ming Hao-a chance to charge into the enemy ranks and unleash a slaughter!
By now, Ying Ming Hao's strength had surpassed Yang Fanyuan's, and the latter no longer had the courage or nerve to call him Junior Brother.
After all, in this world where the strong devoured the weak, fists did all the talking. Whoever possessed greater power was the rightful ruler.
Just as Ying Ming Hao swung the Burial Life Blade, preparing to hack viciously at Odeu's club while pretending to be trapped in a struggle he could not escape, Yang Fanyuan barged in like an unexpected troublemaker and forcibly intercepted his perfect opponent.
This sudden turn of events made Ying Ming Hao's strike miss, as though he had slashed at nothing at all.
He had planned to use this opportunity to stage a ruse of suffering, deliberately stalling until