"What?"
The long-armed man's face changed abruptly as he saw the formidable punch rapidly closing in.
To him, the only person worth noting here was the Yang Family's genius, Yang Fenghou.
He had thought his punch was enough to crush Chen Yu into mincemeat, so he had focused all his attention on Yang Fenghou to prevent the talented member of the Yang family from escaping.
Little did he expect, Chen Yu was not only unharmed but also suddenly launched a counterattack.
Boom!
The black fist descended, turning into a vast expanse of demonic clouds that constantly churned.
The long-armed man staggered backward over a dozen steps before stabilizing his body.
His clothes were torn, and his disgraced complexion was filled with shock; his long, sturdy arms were even more covered with injuries.
"A punch that sent the Black Heart Third flying!"
Yang Fenghou, who was close by, was also startled.
