Crushing Ye Ming

A cold smile appeared on Ye Xuan's face as he said coldly, "Trash, you said?"

Ye Xuan took a step forward. He was already close to Ye Ming's body and raised his hand to slap him.

Seeing that Ye Xuan was right in front of him, Ye Ming instantly gathered all the strength in his hand and mercilessly attacked.

"Ye Xuan, I have long disliked you. Today, I will teach you a good lesson."

A thick palm wind condensed in his palm, displaying his abilities as an expert-level warrior at the peak of the Qi condensation realm. With a wave of his hand, the sound of wind and thunder could be faintly heard. The momentum was extremely terrifying.

"Son!"

When Ye Zhenxiang and his wife saw the shocking scene before them, they were immediately shocked and anxious.

At this moment, it was obviously too late to stop Ye Ming.

Looking at Ye Ming's terrifying palm strike, a cold light flashed in Ye Zhenwen's eyes.