The Zhao family patriarch suddenly had a bad feeling!
Boom!
Just as the patriarch's fist was about to reach,
a terrifying power began to emanate from Ye Qiu!
Whoosh...
Driven by Ye Qiu's fist, a whirlwind formed.
The resulting gale made it impossible for all the guests to keep their eyes open.
"Bang!"
A punch was thrown, directly striking the patriarch's fist.
An invisible wave of air spread across the scene, and in an instant, dust and smoke rose, with a figure flying out from within the haze.
"Ah!" accompanied by a shrill scream.
"Who won?"
The area was engulfed in smoke, making it impossible to see anything.
"Nonsense, it must be the patriarch!"
"Hearing that pitiful scream, Ye Qiu must be dead..."
"Alas, what a pity, the mighty Demon King should never have opposed the Zhao family..."
The guests' chatter filled the scene, and not until the smoke gradually cleared did their voices stop abruptly, as if strangled by an invisible hand.
Gasp!
