The commotion in the west corner of the grand plaza drew the attention of many disciples. They stopped their discussions and turned to watch. When they saw Ye Feng sent flying by a single punch, spitting out a mouthful of blood, their faces went blank with confusion.
In contrast, Ye Cheng, who had been standing quietly to the side and witnessed the entire event, felt his pupils constrict. A flash of shock and surprise crossed his stern face.
'He knew Ye Feng's strength perfectly well. He was already at the Qi Vortex Third Layer, not some useless good-for-nothing. Even if he was caught off guard, he shouldn't have been sent flying and spitting blood from a single punch!'
'Besides, he'd long been aware of Ye Wushuang's strength—merely the Body Tempering Tenth Layer. His Realm was a whole level weaker than Ye Feng's, yet he had sent Ye Feng flying with a single punch. It was unbelievable.'
'When did this waste become so powerful?'
