Seeing Chen Nan's contemptuous attitude, everyone couldn't help but gasp. Even though this young man's combat strength wasn't weak, his behavior was excessively arrogant!
"Then I'll fulfill your wish!"
Ye Wudao slowly raised his right hand, his withered fingers distinctly articulated, each wrinkle seeming to contain endless power.
His movements appeared slow, yet as he raised his hand, a fierce gust of wind followed, setting the tablecloth beside him flapping noisily.
"Arrogant brat! Prepare to die!"
Before the words finished, Ye Wudao's figure suddenly vanished from where he stood.
The ground cracked the instant he stepped on it, web-like fractures spreading in all directions.
In the next second, he appeared in front of Chen Nan, his emaciated fist carrying the momentum of thunder as it pounded towards Chen Nan's face.
Chen Nan's pupils slightly contracted, and as he turned his body to avoid the blow, the fist's wind grazed past his cheek with a whoosh.
