The red-clothed man's attack arrived, while Yuwen Tian laughed loudly, and delivered a slap back at the red-clothed man.
Pa, with a palm strike, the red-clothed man was sent flying.
A figure streaked past, and pa, fell onto the ground, motionless.
This!
The faces of Fang Ping and the others twitched, and there was deep fear in their eyes.
He had sent their companion flying with a single slap. What kind of strength was that? Oh no, they had kicked an iron plate.
Yuwen Tian's desire to show off had already soared to the heavens. Crossing his arms behind his back, he walked towards Fang Ping and the others, "How is it? Does anyone else want me to kneel?"
"Heh, apologies for the lack of manners!" Fang Ping clasped his hands in obeisance, and signalled at his three companions. The four of them turned around and fled at the same time.