Wang Hu's body flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto a street vendor's stall, causing splinters to fly everywhere.
The entire street fell silent.
Everyone widened their eyes, looking in disbelief at the young man in front of them.
Wang Hu was one of the three great fighters of the Gray Wolf Gang, with a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation, a renowned expert in Yunlai Town. Yet with just one move, he was beaten to the point of life and death by a seemingly harmless young man?
"This... how is this possible?"
Someone in the crowd swallowed hard, their voice trembling.
Ye Xiao patted nonexistent dust off his sleeve and lazily stretched: "Is that all?"
His tone carried three parts disdain, seven parts amusement, as if he had just defeated not a late-stage Foundation Establishment expert but a stray dog on the roadside.
At that moment, heavy footsteps accompanied by a powerful pressure came from the end of the street.
