"You can ask the King of Hell about that!" Ye Fei laughed loudly, seizing the moment when Wu Qingfeng was distracted by his own words.
Ye Fei suddenly shifted from defense to offense, twisting his body at an impossible angle to evade Wu Qingfeng’s palm strike, but in doing so, exposed his back to a middle-aged man. At the same moment, Ye Fei landed a fierce palm strike on Wu Qingfeng’s chest.
Two loud bangs echoed simultaneously. Ye Fei’s palm shattered Wu Qingfeng’s protective qi, cultivated over years of training, sending him flying backward and bleeding profusely.
Meanwhile, Ye Fei took a blow to the back from the middle-aged man—but it didn’t faze him. Without internal strength due to his blocked meridians, Ye Fei relied on his immense physical power, and the middle-aged man’s strike felt like a mere tickle in comparison.