Off in the distance, the God of Killing was dumbstruck. He had thought that under Ye Chenfeng's intense onslaught, there was absolutely no way for Qianmian to have survived.
Just a moment ago, he had clearly seen Ye Chenfeng's final kick twist Qianmian's head by a full one hundred eighty degrees, surely breaking his neck.
Unexpectedly, Ye Chenfeng said that Qianmian had not died and still harbored a powerful force within him.
"Whoosh!"
A shocking scene unfolded: Qianmian suddenly stood up, shook the dust off his body, and adjusted his dusty glasses.
The God of Killing was startled once again. How could he be completely unharmed after such a fierce attack from Ye Chenfeng?
This was utterly unscientific!
"No wonder the employer agreed to a price of one billion US dollars. You are indeed worth that much!" Qianmian said to Ye Chenfeng.
