His True Colors Chapter 2153

 Seeing the supporting men and horses being scared shitless by just one word from Han Qianqian, Cool-Son Yeh's mood could no longer be described in words.

        "I tell you, Cool-Son Yeh, in my hands, you're nothing more than an ant, I can crush you to death however I want." Han Qianqian suddenly uttered a cold warning, and in the next second, there was just a movement in his hand.


        Ye Gucheng felt like a mountain had suddenly pressed down on his body, and his entire body directly flew backwards several steps, hitting the ground heavily.

        "Want to live?"

        Just as he tried to struggle to get up, Han Qianqian had already rushed to Ye Gucheng's front and stepped directly on his face with one foot, and Ye Gucheng's head was instantly stuck to the ground in a deadly manner.

        He gritted his teeth and tried to move, but found that he was unable to break free and could only allow Han Qiancheng to step on his face like a dead dog.

        "What do you want?" Ye Gucheng shouted in a cold voice.

        As soon as the words left his mouth, Han Qianqian's foot pushed so hard that Cool-Son Yeh felt as if the other side of his face was about to be smoothed with mud.

        "Is this the attitude you have when you talk to me?" Han Qianqian laughed coldly.

        "You!!!" Ye Gucheng was furious, of course he wanted to live, but he couldn't bow down to Han Qianqian.

        Wu Yan and the four of them were standing on the periphery, hoping to take advantage of the disciples coming over so that they could temporarily help to relieve the situation, but they did not know that this would be the case.

        "Do you really think I don't dare to kill you? The score between us should have been settled a long time ago." As soon as Han Qianqian's words fell, Heavenly Fire appeared in his hand, transforming into a sword and striking down with a single blow, hitting Ye Gucheng's left arm!

        First, he felt nothing, but the next second, the pain was so intense that he cried out in pain.

        "Han Qianqian, if you have the guts to kill me, what kind of hero are you if you torture me in this way." Cool-Son Yeh cried out in pain, he could only watch as the fire-like sword cut through his left arm muscle, then a nuisance sound emerged directly from the muscle wound of his left arm due to the high temperature instantly, emitting a burst of flesh fragrance, then, slowly began to char.

        "Killing you? Is it fun to kill ants?" Han Qianqian laughed gently, "Besides, you and I have a grudge, wouldn't it be cheaper to settle you with a single slash?"

        "I have a few special minions, they have been scouting for news all night and are afraid they are hungry too." When Han Qianqian finished speaking, a whistle suddenly blew out of his mouth.

        In the next second, a few black shadows swept through the air before stopping next to Cool-Son Yeh.

        Seeing these few black shadows, Cool-Son Yeh's angry and resigned eyes were instantly filled with terror.

        "Devil Ant Crow!!!"

        That one was the size of a sparrow, surrounded by black feathers, with eyes like beans and a beak like a fish hook, a nocturnal strange beast that flew at a surprisingly fast speed, ate raw meat and often used its beak to peck viciously into the flesh of its prey before using the barbed hook on its belt beak to drag the meat out alive.

        It's like catching a fish and then having to pull the hook hard out of the mouth.

        "Eat it." Han Qianqian smiled.

        Several devil ant crows immediately flew above Cool-Son Yeh's left arm, pecking directly at the skin with their beaks before violently pulling it out.

        "Ah!!! AHHH!!!"

        Cool-Son Yeh's whole body twitched in pain at once, and cold sweat was even pouring out on his forehead. Because the backwards hooks were too painful to hook the flesh, and this one came with several more, it was as if his body was being torn by several giant ants.

        The few people in Wu Yan collectively turned their faces to the side, the scene before them was simply too cruel.

        "Han Qianqian, what the hell do you want, just say it." Wu Yan finally couldn't stand Ye Gucheng's heartbreaking screams, and at this point, he cried and begged Han Qianqian.

        "Watch your attitude." Han Qianqian smiled gently.

        Wu Yan looked down and saw that Ye Gucheng's body was already trembling in spasms of pain under Han Qianqian's feet, and his left arm was like a honeycomb, full of blood puddles.

        Without giving it a second thought, Wu Yan flung himself onto his knees, "Then count us as begging you, okay?"

        "Don't worry, I won't kill him, I'm just helping him. Otherwise, if you guys just go back to Wang Juzhi like this, will Wang Juzhi let you go when he sees you all back in one piece?" Han Qianqian smiled faintly.

        Wu Yan was furious, but he didn't know how to retort. It was obvious that he was torturing Ye Qucheng, but what he said made sense.

        "Do one thing for me, and I can spare his dog's life for now. However, better not let me see him next time, or else I'll beat him up once I see him." Han Qianqian laughed coldly.

        Wu Yan was stunned, "What is it?"

        Han Qianqian's figure suddenly moved, and without waiting for Wu Yan to reflect, he had already appeared beside him, followed by whispering a few words in his ear.

        At that end, Ye Gucheng was just trying to get up, but Han Qianqian had already returned and stepped on his head again, which had just been raised less than a centimetre off the ground.

        The speed was staggering.

        "Well?" Han Qianqian smiled faintly.

        Wu Yan's thick brows furrowed as he looked at Han Qianqian with complicated eyes, "Are you crazy?"