However, Gao Tianshou was astonished to discover that no matter how hard he tried, he was unable to free himself from Ye Feng's grasp.
Ye Feng's strength had far exceeded Gao Tianshou's imagination, and he found it completely unacceptable.
Ye Feng was clearly so young, likely only in his mid to late twenties, while he himself had been practicing for sixty to seventy years. Now, to be easily suppressed by a young man like Ye Feng was unbearable for him.
Ye Feng coldly looked at Gao Tianshou, his eyes devoid of any ripple. Gao Tianshou struggled intensely, his face flushed red in anger, only to realize that his hand was firmly clutched in Ye Feng's hold, unable to move at all.
"Let go!" Gao Tianshou yelled in anger, veins bulging on his forehead.
Gao Tianshou used all his might, twelve times his normal strength, to try and break free from Ye Feng's control.
At that moment, Ye Feng suddenly released his grip.
