"How about it? Ye Qingfeng, do you admit defeat?"
Su Yaoshi spoke with confidence.
At this moment, Iron Hand was already in a dire situation, while Ye Qingfeng was being watched closely by Zhou Qinglong, seemingly powerless to change the tide.
"Mr. Ye, you should just surrender."
Lady Lan Xiang gently advised.
The many Martial Artists outside also thought Ye Qingfeng was bound to lose, shaking their heads and sighing. If they had known earlier, why insist on rejecting the Zhou Family and Medicine King Valley?
How could a mere ordinary person withstand the will of such major forces?
"An ant trying to stop a cart," someone sighed deeply.
The crowd felt uneasy. Personal strength is too weak in the face of powerful families and sects.
"The rules were set by me, so who cares about winning or losing?"
However, at this moment, Ye Qingfeng's face displayed an inexplicable smile.
"Corpse Puppet Divine Pattern!"
