"You, you, you..."
As he watched Ning Fan walk slowly toward him, He Shan's hand holding the wine glass began to tremble.
With Ning Fan's strength, dealing with himself would be no different from crushing an ant.
"Kneel," Ning Fan commanded coldly.
He Shan was startled and retorted with a stiff neck, "Do you know who I am? If you ask me to kneel, I will..."
Before he could finish speaking, Ning Fan raised his hand and struck his knee with a blast of spiritual power.
Crack!
He Shan's right knee immediately burst open with a bloody wound, and he knelt on the ground, letting out a painful howl.
"Ahh! My leg! My leg!"
Ning Fan watched him coldly, his right palm lifted as spiritual power gathered in his palm.
Seeing this, Liu Lao, covering his broken arm wound, growled with a pale face, "Young man... this is the He Family's young master, if you kill him... the He Family will never let you go!"