C191 Wuheng of the Dragon

Ye Feng's figure swayed like a rose in the wind, delicate yet exuding a deep-seated strength from within.

In his right hand, he held the Treeheart Short Stick, while his left arm hung limply by his side. Next to the man in the blood-red robe, who bore a cold smirk, Ye Feng seemed utterly outmatched.

"Hehe, little brother, you're quite moving," the man in the blood-red robe said