Pei Yan's machine-enhanced speed combined with Xia Yu's abilities made his iron fists like two accelerated and weighted pile drivers, frantically pounding on Li Songtao's face.
After a full three minutes, Pei Yan finally managed to beat flowers on the face that was originally delicate and bizarre, with blood continuously flowing from his mouth corners, nostrils, and eye sockets.
Just as Pei Yan was about to seize the moment to pursue, a large hand was placed on his shoulder, and Gu Shenghui's voice came from behind him: "Enough, that's enough, stop now!"
Though Pei Yan's fists didn't stop, his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of his surroundings. Gu Shenghui and two unfamiliar elders were wrapped in internal power standing beside him, yet they still hadn't lifted their suppression of Li Songtao.
"Why! Can't he die, shouldn't he die?" Pei Yan, engulfed in madness, asked indignantly.
