Ye Chenfeng's body flew backwards like a broken kite, and a bloodline sprinkled out of the air.

"Mr. Zhao is defeated?"

The scene was silent, and everyone was as stupid as they were.

"Bang!"

Ye Chenfeng's body flew out, almost knocking a hill down.

"You are not dead. You are much stronger than Huiwen at the time!"

Ye Jianguo murmured to himself.

"Young Master Zhao is also so powerful! If Ye Jianguo was behind the scenes of the dark era, the people who could control him would be very few existences such as the God of War Feng Wuqing!"

"Young Master Zhao will eventually die here!"

Longma and others couldn't help but attain enlightenment.

In the distance, Ye Chenfeng slowly stood up.

His eyes are firm and he has strong self-confidence.

"If you do it again, you won't be alive!"

Ye Jianguo patted his palm lightly, and he would definitely kill Ye Chenfeng.

"I'll give you the gifts prepared for the medicine clan!"
Chapter completed!