He used both hands, his feet as a complement, the momentum of his fists large and powerful, yet detailed and meticulous, completing dozens of punches in almost an instant, directly blocking all of Ye Xuan's escape routes.
Bang!
A muffled sound, the fist landed on Ye Xuan's chest.
Ye Xuan's face darkened, he retreated several steps on the spot, forcibly stabilizing his posture, his body trembling like a tiger.
Puff!
A mouthful of congested blood spurted out.
Witnessing this scene, Wang Shaoyang, who had been holding his breath almost the whole time, finally revealed a smile on his face, excitedly yelling praises: "Good, Lord Zhao Yunfei, impressive skills!"
The other people present also shouted in surprise.
Liu Ying's face turned pale: "Ye Xuan..."
Li Xiyuan furrowed her brows tightly, closing her beautiful eyes, unable to bear watching further...
Zhao Yunfei laughed loudly: "Arrogant little boy, how do you find my Void Spirit Fist?"
"Impressive."
