"How is this possible!"
The crowd was in an uproar.
No one anticipated that Zheng Yuanfeng would be sent flying by Ye Qingchen's punch.
After all.
Zheng Yuanfeng was a powerful warrior of the Profound Pill Eighth Heaven!
"Ye Qingchen!"
Zheng Yuanfeng climbed out of the pit, his face dark and somber.
As the Fourth Elder of Slaughter Hall, when had he ever been in such a predicament? He had always been the hunter, not the hunted, never facing the humiliation of being struck down in public.
Instantly.
An aura far stronger than before erupted from him. In no time, layers of True Qi swirled around him, transforming into a fierce, multicolored tiger that enveloped him completely.
Bang!
Zheng Yuanfeng roared forward with a thunderous momentum towards Ye Qingchen, resembling a tiger charging downhill. His passage left deep, distinct tiger paw prints on the ground.
