Ye Fan sneered and said, "What else can be done? Suppress those who need to be suppressed and beat those who need to be beaten!"
Tu Fei was somewhat dumbfounded. These people were likely Ye Fan's future in-laws. To want to forcefully suppress them at their very first meeting—this was truly unspeakable.
"What did you say? You want to suppress us? Such boasting!" The Purple Clothes youth, Feng Lie, had a cold smile on his lips and was the first to press forward, followed by the other young members of the Wind Clan.
None among them were weak. Some had long since entered the Four Extremes secret boundary, and the weakest among them were at the Fourth Layer Heaven of the Dao Palace Realm.
BUZZ!
Ye Fan's eyes shot out Divine Radiance as he extended a large golden hand, facing more than a dozen people alone, pressing them all down. Dao Glyphs, complex and arcane, appeared on the golden hand.
BANG!
