As he shouted, the other tea drinkers also started to shout.
"Yes, young hero, quickly leave!"
"That old scoundrel is formidable, running away isn't shameful if you can't win."
Hearing everyone calling him an old scoundrel, Yuan Chenfeng was furious inside and sneered: "Trying to run? It's not that easy."
As he spoke, he suddenly flipped his wrist, both palms striking fiercely towards Shen Dao's temples.
This strike was incredibly fast, and at this moment, Shen Dao was already cornered; there was no room left to retreat.
Having no other choice, Shen Dao had to muster all his strength, protecting his head with both fists, attempting to withstand the blow.
Seeing this, Yuan Chenfeng was inwardly pleased.
This palm strike was full force, not just against a person, but even a large elephant would be crushed to death.
But just then, Yuan Chenfeng suddenly heard a sharp sound of something tearing through the air from behind, indicating someone was attacking him by surprise.
