Boom!
Ye Luo then kicked out fiercely and instantly sent Bei Chenfeng flying.
"What are you looking at, defeated lackeys, scram!"
Ye Luo hummed disdainfully right before Bei Chenfeng, who had been kicked ten meters away, fell to the ground in an utterly disheveled state.
As Bei Chenfeng was defeated, everyone present was shocked, especially the disciples of the Beichen Ittoryu, who stared at each other wide-eyed, unable to believe their Young Master could be defeated so miserably.
"Young Master!"
It took a while before these disciples of Beichen Ittoryu reacted, rushing over to help Bei Chenfeng up.
"Now you know the power of us Martial Artists from Huaxia, get out of Huaxia immediately!"
Ye Luo looked at Bei Chenfeng and his group and coldly commanded.
"You..." The Beichen Ittoryu disciples glared at Ye Luo full of anger but also fear, not daring to say anything.
"We're leaving!"
Bei Chenfeng, pale and feeble, said.
"Hold on!"
