Gao Han's heart constricted.

He knew in his heart just what kind of iron-blooded man Yang Henshui was very clearly. Even if his flesh was sliced apart blade by blade, Yang Henshui would not even frown. After all, for a Bitter Sea stage expert, unless their heads were destroyed or their internal organs were shattered into pieces, these were not fatal wounds. Mere pain could not be counted as anything for experts at this realm.

But right now, Yang Henshui had ...