"Deng deng deng~~~" Ye Feng was directly forced back by that powerful palm strike, retreating continuously for more than a dozen steps.
Ye Feng barely managed to stabilize himself after retreating more than a dozen steps.
"Puh!" However, right at this moment, Ye Feng spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes showing an expression of pain, evidently suffering injury.
But what everyone didn't know was that this was merely an act by Ye Feng, feigning his strength. If Ye Feng were to unleash his full power, the Young Second God would definitely suffer severe injuries and spit blood.
In Ye Feng's eyes, there was also a strong killing intent. Now, Ye Feng's plan was about to succeed.
Once the plan succeeded, Ye Feng could tear off the facade with them anytime, so it was not the time to reveal his identity or strength yet. Ye Feng chose to endure.
