Boom!
With a dull thud, the two men seemed to be blasted by powerful explosives, their bodies knocked flying by Yang Fei.
One of them collided with the guardrail of the overpass, his head bleeding profusely, and he fainted instantly.
The man with a sinister face firmly smashed into the ground, looking at Yang Fei, the Heavenly God-like figure, with utter terror.
In the instant of collision between the three, the two hadn't even touched their enemy before being knocked out.
This seemingly ordinary guy harbored an explosive force like a volcanic eruption, completely beyond Yang Fei's imagination.
He stared at Yang Fei dumbfounded, his face filled with fear: "Who... who are you?"
Yang Fei strode forward, stepping on his chest, spat, and spat on his face.
"I'm your ancestor, and this is what the so-called nobility looks like?"
The sinister man was covered in spit, his heart a mix of shame and anger.
