Bab 1043: Slap Across the Face

"Heh, Xi Cheng, your opponent is me!" There was a loud laugh, and a heavily built male appeared before Ling Han. His left hand was ordinary, yet his right hand was surprisingly large. Moreover, it was as black as ink, and radiated with the luster of metal.

"Yang Xuan, is this brat a new prodigy of your Yang Clan?" the pirate who had been referred to as Xi Cheng asked. His voice rumbled like thunder.

Yang Xuan was none other than the Sun Moon Tier elite of the Yang Clan, standing before Ling Han at this moment. His right hand was significantly larger; who knew if this was because of his brilliant self-pleasure skills…

"So what if he is? So what if he isn't? Either way, it's none of your business," Yang Xuan said coldly. His pitch-black right hand started to glow and radiate a terrifying aura as strands of divine patterns appeared, forming an ancient image.