At this moment, a grave expression was on Ye Qingfeng's face as he watched the opponent charge directly at him without any pause, leaving him quite stunned.
He understood clearly in his heart that although he had suffered some injuries from the previous move, the opponent was equally hurt. Yet now, without even a moment's hesitation, the opponent was charging at him again. It was as if the opponent was consumed by a reckless fury, seemingly disregarding their own life.
Ye Qingfeng knew full well that he was an experienced cultivator, having faced all sorts of opponents, and vanquished countless powerful Yuan beasts. However, as Wang Hu raced towards him, he felt a vague dread, sensing an aura akin to a fierce beast in the opponent, daring not to confront him directly.
But this feeling vanished from Ye Qingfeng's mind in an instant. There was no time to ponder anything else; the most pressing matter now was to defend against the opponent's fist technique.
