Tian Yuru was immediately frightened, her mouth agape.
In that corner, apart from Ye Qingfeng, no one saw a slender figure slowly rising up, covered in blood, eyes blazing red!
Ye Bufan!
As a Martial Artist at the Peak War Master Level, the middle-aged man's speed was extremely fast, his hand like an eagle's claw, striking straight at Ye Qingfeng's heart.
Ye Qingfeng stood motionless, and in the blink of an eye, the middle-aged man's claw was already at Ye Qingfeng's chest, his gaze icy cold, intending to kill this young man instantly.
Suddenly, the middle-aged man felt a savage pulse in his heart, his crisis awareness honed over years alerting him to strong killing intent from behind.
He had a feeling that if he continued with this strike, something from behind would surely kill him.
Without a moment to hesitate, in that electrifying moment, the middle-aged man made a choice, his body suddenly rolling, abandoning his intent to kill Ye Qingfeng.
