Mad Blade and Fan Yi were dumbfounded.
Mad Blade coughed, wanting to say something, but found he had nothing to say, letting out a long sigh instead.
A decade ago, although Yang Fei's martial arts were unsurpassed, Fan Yi and Mad Blade could still exchange blows with him.
Although Mad Blade always ended up defeated, he could at least barely engage with Yang Fei.
However, ten years later, Mad Blade realized he no longer even had the qualification to spar with Yang Fei.
The instructor from those days has soared like a Kunpeng into the heavens.
Even the fearless Mad Blade dared not jest with him carelessly anymore.
Yang Fei coldly gazed at Dao Hezi and over twenty Kunlun Disciples, his eyes filled with killing intent.
Dao Hezi, leading more than twenty Kunlun Disciples, knelt on the ground, not daring to breathe heavily.
In their hearts, every one of them prayed for divine protection.
