Chapter 467: Dressed Beasts, a Lesson Taught

"Kid, are you playing us for fools? You're courting death!"

The scar-faced man, upon hearing Yan Moshan's words, swung his fists like a howling gale sweeping towards Yan Moshan.

"Face the consequences of your arrogance! Wild Storm of Blows—"

"Hmph—The one courting death should be you!"

Yan Moshan faced the scar-faced man, not even deigning to glance at him, and casually kicked out with his right foot.

"Bang—"

With a loud explosion, the scar-faced man's body swayed, his hands clutching his waist, as he cried out "Aiyo, aiyo," and was sent flying backwards.

On the ground, there were startling streaks of blood left behind!

This sight made the color drain from the faces of the others; one by one they clutched their waists and retreated.

"Damn it—You've got some skills, brothers, attack, ****!"

Young Master Wang took a step back and waved his hands forward.