The words had not yet fallen.
Ye Xuan had already moved.
Unmoving as a mountain, moving like a thunderbolt!
Front and back, he seemed to have fundamentally transformed into a different person; the demoralized and weak aura was swept away, replaced by a power that resembled that of a Demon God, overwhelming everyone at the scene, feeling irresistibly powerful!
In an instant.
Ye Xuan, whose eyes were blood-red and filled with savagery, appears in front of Zhan Ying.
No fancy moves, he throws a punch.
A simple punch, seemingly carrying the weight of ten thousand pounds, with terrifying air currents raging on his fist, even causing the air to hum explosively.
Zhan Ying's expression changes drastically, hastily regaining composure, not daring to underestimate, he raises his fist and meets him with full force.
Bang!
