This punch was filled with intense fury, holding nothing back.
It was the punch of a top-tier 3S-level powerhouse. Caught completely off guard, Ye Moyun was sent flying like a kite with its string cut.
When he looked up again, the once incomparably handsome and jaunty Ye Moyun sported a massive fist print on his right cheek—the kind that wouldn't fade for at least half a month.
Good heavens!
'Why am I always the one who gets hurt?'
'I only made one tiny suggestion.'
'In the end, I gave you back your girl. You two even made out. So why are you still angry enough to punch me?'
Ye Moyun wore an expression of someone who had lost the will to live.
Huo Zhanting, on the other hand, looked perfectly calm. He held Yu Lan tightly and explained in a low voice,
"I was just teaching him a small lesson."
"Lanlan, I didn't hit him that hard."
During this time, heaven knew the agony Huo Zhanting and the others had endured after learning that Yu Lan had perished on White Sand Star.
