"Die!"
Chen Kun roared in fury as majestic True Qi erupted from his body like a bursting dam.
BOOM! A rolling wave of Qi knocked Ye Wushuang's foot away. Simultaneously, a massive hand formed of True Qi slapped toward his chest, its shimmering light covering a ten-meter area, leaving no room to escape.
Ye Wushuang's eyes narrowed. He unleashed a punch as fast as lightning, striking the very center of the True Qi hand. With a loud BANG, he shattered it.
The terrifying shockwave sent Ye Wushuang flying backward. He staggered back more than a dozen steps and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Brother Ye!"
Below the stage, Yangg Qing'er's expression changed dramatically. She clenched her delicate fists, desperate to rush onto the stage herself.
"Xiaoshuang!"
