Boom——
A shrug of the shoulders, a twitch of the eyelids.
He saw, with that punch, Cen Zhuangzhuang—no, Young Master Cen actually drove his entire forearm into the opponent, causing it to sink in.
Another punch.
The creature's back was beaten into an arch.
Pure aesthetics of violence.
Swallowing, Jiang Feng realized he was somewhat fearless of the unknown; where did he muster the courage to step into that dilapidated temple before, sword in hand?
"Didn't you notice that those villagers from before were all missing?"
Cen Yueyue's vibrant voice rang out.
"Zhuangzhuang's personality is different from mine, he looks impulsive but is actually very meticulous. The missing villagers earlier must have been him worrying about innocent bystanders getting caught in our fight."
"He hasn't been seen for so long because he must have taken those villagers to a safe place first. I bet he even saw off those Qi Refinement cultivators."
