That's right.
The glasses had already been taken by Liao Ping in his left hand, and his right hand was clenched into a fist.
Su Yue swallowed a mouthful of saliva to moisten his throat.
Liao Ping, that cunning bastard, exactly how many units of Qi Blood does he have now?
In Su Yue's eyes, with Liao Ping's right fist as the center, the surrounding air seemed slightly distorted.
This situation was terrifying.
...
This person is not normal.
Without his glasses, Liao Ping gave off an even stronger impression of being a descending tyrant.
As the aura around him grew increasingly violent, many people's hearts started pounding faster, even Bao Dachang swallowed his saliva.
He sensed that something was not simple.
The aura of this spectacled youth was completely different from just now.
But he could only stare blankly, having no time to delve deeper into Liao Ping.
"I feel like Liao Ping is going to break through 1000 centimeters."
Du Jing's Book was dry-mouthed.
