On the bustling street, a man and a woman moved leisurely, swiftly as lightning, as if they hadn't heard the screams coming from the martial arts school,
Their figures gradually accelerated, becoming blurs in the air.
From the streetlights to the plane trees by the road, from the tops of cars to residential buildings, their silhouettes could be seen moving arrogantly everywhere.
At this moment, Yang Fei pushed the door open and stepped out.
Inside the gate, it was full of One Blade Flow disciples lying around in disarray, most of them slumped on the ground, unable to move.
A few uninjured disciples glared angrily but wore expressions of anger without daring to speak, while some wore flattering smiles.
Yang Fei laughed heartily, followed by a group of Evil Dragon experts. He waved his hand and pointed forward.
"Let's go, next one!"
At this moment, Yang Fei suddenly felt a pressure as heavy as a mountain.
