Zhang Fei [5] activated the Soul Connect III, borrowing Feng Yichen's strength. "Accept this one punch of mine."
Before Yan Wuya could protect himself, Zhang Fei [5]'s fist had already landed on his chest, blasting him towards the main hall. "Gahhhh!"
Yan Jinwu, who had just arrived at the main hall, immediately made a move. She moved behind Yan Wuya, pressed her palm against his back, and tried to stop him.
"Hmm?" Yan Jinwu furrowed her brows because she was pushed back; she stomped her left leg to the back to stop them.
*Crack... Crack... Crack...*
'What a powerful punch!' Yan Jinwu inwardly screamed as the effects of Zhang Fei [5]'s attack were still pushing him backward, causing the floor in the main hall to crack. Once she reached the wall, she stomped her right leg there, stopping them. "You've messed with the wrong person, Wuya."
Yan Wuya gritted his teeth tightly as he rubbed his chest, feeling the pain. "He—"
