"Since you're so eager to seek death, I'll grant your wish!"
Ye Xuan let out a cold laugh, casually said this, yet remained motionless. One of his palms seemed to rise imperceptibly, just enough to block Liu Wenxing's punch.
Bang!
The next moment, he delivered a lightning-fast kick, clean and fierce, right at Liu Wenxing's abdomen.
This kick, with the strength of a thousand pounds, was not something an ordinary person could withstand. Instantly, Liu Wenxing let out a cry of pain, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his body bending like a shrimp, then violently and uncontrollably flew backwards.
"Wenxing!"
Liu Qiankun's expression changed, he called out in alarm, hastily dashed in the direction Liu Wenxing was flying.
