His plan was well thought out, but unfortunately, the strength of Ye Qingfeng and Luan Wusheng was beyond his imagination. Just as the short, middle-aged man was about to attack Ye Qingfeng, Luan Wusheng made his move.
His figure flickered, moving swiftly, and with a wave of his palm, he aimed directly for the back of the short, middle-aged man.
His palm strike was gentle and floated softly without any loud noise, seemingly powerless, leaving the short, middle-aged man completely unaware. In the blink of an eye, it was at the man's back.
"Third Brother, watch out!"
The big man with a beard hurriedly shouted out.
"Bang!"
Luan Wusheng's palm strike hit the short, middle-aged man's back with a sudden loud bang, like the roar of a cannon, making everyone's eardrums ache.
"Puff!"
Blood spurted out instantly. Ye Qingfeng turned slightly to dodge, but the short, middle-aged man fell to the ground.
"How bold, you dare to kill my third brother!"
