He looked up and saw, with his peripheral vision, the fierce crack in front of Ye Fengsheng, completely torn open by the punch's wind. At this moment, it was slowly healing. After a fluctuation in his chest, a stream of blood, mixed red and black, flowed from his mouth.
How could he not have foreseen that after exchanging a punch with Ye Fengsheng, he could adjust his breathing so quickly? If he had seen tears earlier, he wouldn't have chosen to take a punch together with Ye Fengsheng.
While Ye Fengsheng stood at a distance, the blue-robed cultivator hurriedly contained his breath, trying to readjust his state as quickly as possible to ensure he could continue to stall Ye Fengsheng.
He was also a core figure of Kunlun. Last night, when Kunlun reviewed this plan, he was present. The plan could only be implemented if everyone deemed it safe. However, this strange situation was hard for him to accept.
