Dong! Dong! Dong!
In the sky, only Ye Qiu's figure could be seen constantly flying around, as Ji Lingchen's speed was extremely fast. A series of attacks made Ye Qiu endure hundreds of strikes in an instant.
The power of a late-stage King Yan realm, each punch was power enough to smash mountains and rivers, and when it landed on Ye Qiu, many people's hearts ached just watching.
In Ji Lingchen's final palm strike, Ye Qiu's body flipped several times in the air and finally crashed to the ground.
Back off...
On the ground, all the Ji clan Martial Artists retreated, leaving Ye Qiu buried in the dirt, his life or death unknown.
"Young Master."
From not far away, Jin Shanshun shouted, watching Ye Qiu be relentlessly beaten. Jin Shanshun's eyes were already bloodshot, wanting to rush forward and battle with Ji Lingchen.
Jin'er and the five young women's eyes turned red, tears welling up.
Boss Yun's face was solemn. Could it be that they had lost just like that?
