"Slap! Slap!"
Ye Bufan didn't hesitate at all, directly slapping Zhang Qixing's face a few times and then kicking him away.
Ye Bufan was already a Primary War General, and dealing with garbage like this at the Peak Warrior level was not worth wasting words on; it was resolved easily.
The crowd was dumbfounded; they thought it was supposed to be a peak confrontation between Zhang Qixing and Ye Qingfeng, a battle between two peerless geniuses.
No one expected that the martial arts genius Zhang Qixing would be beaten like a child by a kid, as if his father was disciplining him.
This scene was simply too dramatic!
"You little brat, you're courting death!" Zhang Beishan couldn't hold back any longer; his body leapt into the air, wanting to strike Ye Bufan with a palm.
"Zhang Beishan, if you don't want your Zhang Family to be exterminated, stop immediately!"
At this moment, a cold reprimanding voice rang out again.
The crowd was shocked; this voice was unbelievably arrogant.
