C181 Ghost Monarch

"This..."

The voice's power was truly fearsome.

Some listeners couldn't resist the urge to kneel.

*Boom!*

A loud crash echoed from above.

The noise lessened the intimidating effect of the voice.

A blood-red fist collided with Ye Feilong's massive handprint.

The handprint shattered.

The blood-red fist burst apart.

Ye Feilong was sent plummeting from the sky to the ground