"Hehe, I, Yang Jing, want to see if these wastes nurtured by the Fu Family are of any use!"
With these cold words still echoing in the living room, the floor tiles beneath Yang Jing suddenly burst apart.
Boom!
With a loud bang, Yang Jing's robust and sturdy figure vanished on the spot. Like a cannonball, he soared through the air and landed in front of the group of Death Soldiers who were still midway towards charging at Chen Yang.
"Die!"
Yang Jing roared.
The Battle Axe in his hand instantly swept out in a circle, the icy arc of light colder than moonlight!
The four Death Soldiers were shocked, utterly unprepared for Yang Jing's sudden descent from the sky right before them.
However, these Death Soldiers, having experienced countless battles, quickly regained their composure.
Clang, clang, clang!
Accompanied by a series of crisp loud sounds, they immediately raised the black Steel Sabers in their hands, positioning them defensively in front of them.
