"After all, you are the best in the martial arts world in the Central Plains. Are you so rude?" The great lama said in a deep voice.

"I am the number one in the world, and it is completely different from the previous world. No matter how the world changes, the strong are respected is the only unchanging truth. In this era when I am living, the world's powerful people are as high as emperors and as low as ordinary people. In my eyes, all of them are ants. I will give kindness to ants because of my temporary kindness, and can also bring disaster to ants because of my temporary anger." Yang Pan said calmly.

"In my eyes, you are like an ant. Will you talk politely to an ant?" Yang Pan glared at the big lama, stretched out his hand, and a flying knife appeared in his hand, throwing it gently...

The flying knife disappeared instantly, and when it appeared again, it had already penetrated into the big lama's throat.

"It's a pity that you don't even have the qualifications to talk to me, and you even came to talk to me about etiquette. It's ridiculous. You, carry him away, tell your master, and ask someone with a qualified person to talk to me." Yang Pan withdrew his gaze and said lightly to the soldiers downstairs.

A soldier accompanied the great lama, totaling twenty-five of them, including the sergeant chief.

They saw the entire process of the death of the great lama and also heard the entire process of the two talking. In fact, except for the sergeant who could understand, no one else understood what they were saying.

But they can't understand, but they can understand.

When the big lama died in front of him, the soldiers drew their swords one after another and were ready to move.

But the sergeant did not dare to be negligent. Being able to become the sergeant proved some insight. From the fact that he knew Chinese, he could read it one or two.
Chapter completed!