C1210 Draw

After Ling Beitian heard Yang Huang's words, his heart started to beat fast. He dared to guarantee that his heart had never beat so fast in his entire life. Even though his heart was beating very slowly.

"Yang Huang, did you kill my Elite Disciple? Let me tell you, you are dead. Don't run away after the Great Competition is over!" Ling Beitian did not open his mouth