"Hmph!"
Ye Qingfeng grinned, disregarding everything, reached out with one hand, and lightly tapped a finger on Yang Beixuan's chest.
"Bang!"
At the same time, Yang Tainan's palm struck Ye Qingfeng's back, but there was no trace of joy on his face; instead, he appeared frightened.
He had used all his strength in that palm, but striking Ye Qingfeng's back hadn't caused him to move at all. Instead, Yang Tainan felt as if his hand had hit solid leather, a numb sensation spreading through his palm.
"Ah!"
Yang Beixuan let out a miserable cry, spitting out blood from his mouth, and was directly thrown out of the pavilion.
"Beixuan!"
Yang Tainan couldn't care about his own shock and shot out, catching Yang Beixuan mid-air before landing on the ground.
"How dare you, brat?"
The four remaining elders, seeing their senior brother's grandson gravely injured in an instant, roared in rage and lunged at Ye Qingfeng.
"Four old geezers!"
