ed his palm into a claw and aimed for Zhao Ping'an’s shoulder, intending to pierce his flesh with his five fingers and tear out his tendons, ripping him apart."Don't look at its speed, but it's almost...Chapter 57er 702Ma Han's face, which had been full of arrogance just moments before, rapidly lost its color. It turned as pale as paper, and his eyes, once bright with confidence, dimmed to mere pits of fear. H...