C1667 Bidding

Ye Xuyang stood in the air clenching his fist, his entire body was covered in blood, and there was even fresh blood dripping from his fist.

The surroundings were dead silent, the wind race's Feng Qianhua had been killed.

One punch, that was all.

It was not that gorgeous. It only contained a berserk speed, a berserk killing intent, and a berserk fist.

Li Tenglong's face twitched