C653 I Still Have to Thank You

Ye Xiaofeng's right fist smashed into Yan Xi's, and a smirk of contempt curled at the corner of Yan Xi's mouth.

To him, Ye Xiaofeng was as good as dead, foolishly seeking his own demise by challenging him directly.

Their fists collided, bones clashing with a burst of formidable energy that unleashed a potent inner strength