The scene at Dragon Ridge Mountain was shocking!
"No one present should be able to dodge this punch, right? Even the Martial King!"
Everyone believed that under this punch, death was the only option, no other choice.
As the smoke dissipated, everyone instinctively looked over.
Only to see Ye Qingtian and Ling Tianlong standing face to face.
Ling Tianlong's face was full of horror, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.
Opposite, Ye Qingtian appeared indifferent, raising his right hand to gently pat his right shoulder.
As if he was wiping off dust, after finishing this, Ye Qingtian slowly said, "Finally, after coming to Huaxia for so many days, there's finally someone who can scratch an itch."
"What? Ye Xiaoyao, what does he mean? Is he saying Ling Tianlong's punch was just scratching an itch?"
Everyone felt a mad impulse.
He was simply too arrogant!
Yet under the punch, Ye Qingtian remained unscathed.
Astonishing!
Eyes were filled with astonishment!
