Chapter 1127
"Damn, what's he pretending for?"
Ye Chenfeng's face changed abruptly, his anger rising as he spoke, and then suddenly threw a punch.
The Golden War God was stunned by the unexpected scene; no one expected Ye Chenfeng to suddenly throw a punch.
Ye Chenfeng's punch was fast enough, but the towering Golden War God suddenly reached out and grabbed Ye Chenfeng's fist.
Ye Chenfeng's fist looked like a baby's small fist in the hand of the Golden War God, and after being grasped, it was completely invisible.
Furthermore, a look of excitement flashed in the Golden War God's eyes.
His arm creaked, producing a strange wave, as if a small worm inside was rapidly moving.
"Boom!"
A terrifying force came from his fist, intending to crush Ye Chenfeng's fist.
"Huh?"
But the next second, a trace of surprise appeared in the eyes of the Golden War God.
Ye Chenfeng's fist was as strong as a rock; his sudden exertion didn't shatter Ye Chenfeng's fist.
