Unexpectedly, he ran very fast, but Ye Fengsheng's voice was even faster. As he took three steps forward, Ye Fengsheng's voice appeared ghost-like in front of him. As his pupils contracted, attempting to unleash his power and evade, Ye Fengsheng's arm trembled slightly. From the "Boundary Altar Scripture," the Martial Monk's might suddenly emerged. When he collided with the chest of the one who heard the internal voice, he didn't wait for the body to emit a dull sound. The lifted knee directly targeted a small impact to his abdomen.
The heavy force convinced people that the scent of rain was chaotic. Now Ye Fengsheng's attack came again. How could he dare to neglect it? He didn't even shake his sleeves. Hastily, he pressed down with both hands. He couldn't easily suppress Ye Fengsheng's knee. Shocked by this immense force, Ye Fengsheng's fist fiercely struck his temple.
