At the moment when Shi Yan and Yan Feng, father and son, struck, Fang Bai and Liu Qingqing's fates seemed already sealed.
Almost every person believed that Fang Bai and Liu Qingqing would undoubtedly die under their powerful attack.
At this very moment, the martial artists from Shi Village and Liuhu Village varied greatly in their expressions and attitudes.
The martial artists from Shi Village were smug, looking at the soon-to-perish Fang Bai and Liu Qingqing with disdain. There was no sympathy or pity in their eyes, only sheer pleasure.
On the contrary, each martial artist from Liuhu Village appeared dejected and downcast, everyone turned away, unwilling to witness the gruesome death of Fang Bai and Liu Qingqing. Their eyes were filled with deep helplessness and sorrow.
Slap—
Slap—
Two crisp sounds echoed in everyone's ears, followed by two figures soaring high into the air before falling to the ground several meters away, stirring up a large cloud of dust.
