"You punk! Don't be too arrogant! You'll feel it soon enough!" Ye Wuyou shouted angrily, his face flushed with anger.
"Is that so? Isn't it you who's going to feel it?" Feng Wuchen sneered contemptuously, then threw another punch.
"Bang!"
"Pfft!"
With every punch Feng Wuchen threw, Ye Wuyou spat out a mouthful of blood. His injuries grew more severe, his face pale, leaving him barely clinging to life.
Seeing Ye Wuyou's life in danger, several severely injured guards immediately crawled up, rolling and scrambling back to report.
"Let the young master go! If you dare kill the young master, I guarantee you won't leave God's Might City alive!" a severely injured guard shouted angrily.
"Don't worry, I'm waiting for you to call people over," Feng Wuchen said coldly, determined to teach Ye Wuyou a harsh lesson.
