Seeing Master Ye's expression, Yang Chen knew he didn't have any good ideas.
Ye Liangdong said, half coldly, "We have no way, do you have one?"
Yang Chen glanced at him, gave a cold smile, then swung his fist.
Puff!
A strong gust of wind hit.
Boom!
It seemed as if something exploded on Yang Chen's fist, and a fierce force swept out.
"Ouch!" Ye Liangdong cried out as he was sent flying, rolling a few times on the ground before stopping, in a sorry state.
Seeing this, both Elder Ye and Ye Liangcai widened their eyes, full of disbelief.
Yang Chen actually blew Ye Liangdong away with just the wind from his fist, how unbelievable!
Struggling to get up from the ground, Ye Liangdong felt as if all his bones were coming apart. After all, he had been in a desk job for many years and hadn't exercised properly.
At this moment, his gaze toward Yang Chen changed, becoming fearful.
