"Very well, Ye Qingtian, you're the first person in so many years to call me trash!"
Zhuo Feiyang stared coldly at Ye Qingtian.
"Not just you, but all of you are trash!"
Ye Qingtian added.
"Hah!"
Zhuo Feiyang was almost spitting blood out of anger.
"Alright then, I want to see what kind of unparalleled divine technique Young Master Ye has!"
Zhuo Feiyang was on the verge of exploding, a bloodthirsty intent flashed in his eyes, his face abruptly changed, and he shouted in a rage.
"Come at me all at once!"
Ye Qingtian remained calm and unmoved.
The faces of the onlookers were full of amazement and surprise.
Ye Qingtian was challenging the entire Taekwondo club!
He was simply courting death!
Crazy!
Absolutely insane!
No one could stop him!
"Alright, you said it! Dongfeng, get up there!"
Zhuo Feiyang shouted.
A lean man stepped forward, his eyes shooting out a cold glare.
Although his body was thin, he exuded a terrifying explosive power.
