"Ignorant fool!" Ye Feng sneered, his body suddenly erupting with the aura of a second-tier pseudo-saint at its peak. He had an extraordinary encounter in the Nine Turns Golden Thunder Pagoda, breaking through to the peak of a second-tier pseudo-saint.
Ye Feng stepped forward, leaving a footprint on the ground, his legs bending like springs gathering force—then in the next moment, he shot up like a fierce tiger.
"Furious Tiger's Roaring Palm!"
This palm strike was terrifyingly powerful, enough to kill an ordinary second-tier pseudo-saint.
Ye Wudao's eyes remained indifferent as he swung a punch.
"Dragon Fury Palm!"
Bang!
The fist and palm collided, the terrifying forces meeting and exploding into a shocking sound.
"Holy shit, is this big brother Ye Feng's strength?"
"That's too strong!"
"That guy is also unfathomable, actually being able to withstand big brother Ye Feng!" The group of Ye family imperial clan's geniuses lying on the ground were utterly shocked.
