"Clang!"
His fist had already struck the chest of the copper statue.
"Hmm?"
He was surprised in his heart. At the moment of contact, he felt his fist power was decomposed and transformed by twenty-four different forces.
"Boom!"
The floor behind the copper man shattered inch by inch. The huge stone was pulverized by the powerful punch, and Ye Qingfeng's fist power was actually dissipated behind this copper statue.
"Whoosh!"
A gleam of light flickered, and a long spear thrust from Ye Qingfeng's side, aiming directly at his left ribs.
"Humph!"
Ye Qingfeng snorted coldly. His figure floated, and with just a slight side turn, the long spear barely skimmed past his chest.
At this moment, the copper statue that he had struck earlier suddenly moved. Its two hands, like adamantine iron claws, grasped at Ye Qingfeng's abdomen at a speed invisible to the naked eye.
