Ye Qingfeng remained unmoved and slowly extended his right hand.
"Next, I will play with you using just one hand!" Ye Qingfeng grinned, a wicked smile hinting at provocation, "If I use even one more hand or foot, consider it my loss!"
"What did you say?"
Long Yuntian's eyes widened, almost like copper bells, as Ye Qingfeng's words were a great insult to him, a Super Ancient Martial Artist.
"You're courting death!"
He shouted as his body, like an iron tower, soared into the air, shattering the lake's surface.
While in mid-air, he suddenly punched downward.
Ye Qingfeng exhaled a ring of smoke, remained motionless, neither attacking nor defending, just waiting for the sky-shattering strike to fall.
"What is he planning to do?"
Countless people were puzzled.
"Since you seek death, I will not hold back!"
Long Yuntian's killing intent surged as he imagined Ye Qingfeng falling, defeated by his own arrogance.
"Boom!"
