"Just him, and he dares to fight Lord Beimi? He really doesn't know his own limits." The Demon Race experts all sneered, as if they were already seeing Ye Chen being slapped into a bloody paste.
"Lord Black Feather, looks like it's about time for you to make a move."
"That ant definitely won't even withstand a single strike from Beimi Geng." Even the Dragon Race experts all spoke with mocking smiles on their faces.
"Petty tricks, and you dare show off in front of me? Break!" At this moment, Ye Chen's figure flickered, and he actually took the initiative to rush straight toward that black demonic palm.
Bang bang bang!
Immediately after, his fist burst out with dazzling violet radiance, like one small sun after another, continuously smashing onto that black demonic palm.
Crack crack!
The next instant, countless dense cracks appeared all over the surface of that black demonic palm, and then it exploded in midair, vanishing without a trace.
Silence!
