Song Lanruo and Fang Duo'er's beautiful eyes emitted a strange brilliance; they hadn't expected Ye Chenfeng's physical strength to be so formidable.
Who exactly is this obscure kid?
Shi Gaoyang, with his face covered in blood, staggered up from the ground. Feeling the burning pain on his face, his thoughts gradually cleared, and a volcano-like fury erupted inside him. Completely overtaken by anger, he charged at Ye Chenfeng once more.
Being slapped and sent flying by Ye Chenfeng in public was something Shi Gaoyang couldn't accept—after all, he was a favored son of the younger generation in the Middle Realm!
Facing the onrushing Shi Gaoyang, Ye Chenfeng frowned. This endless cycle wasn't a solution. His palm flew out like lightning, this time without holding back, enough to directly turn Shi Gaoyang's head into a mist of blood.
With a resounding "slap!"
There was no surprise.
The slap once again struck Shi Gaoyang's cheek, as his head seemed ready to turn into a mist of blood.
