He Changdiao stared at the oncoming Ye Fei, his face setting into an expression of grave concern.
"Damn it..."
"You little beast, if you're looking for death, this master will grant it to you!"
At that moment, the power of the seventh level of the Profound Realm erupted like a volcano.
He Changdiao's face turned gloomy as he swung his palm towards Ye Fei.
"Bagua Youlong Palm!"
Just as their palms were about to clash, Ye Fei suddenly snorted coldly.
"Phantom Step!"
With one step, his figure vanished into thin air.
"No good... Damn, you're a Wing Chun successor!"
Suddenly shocked, He Changdiao immediately felt an unprecedented sense of crisis.
Then, a power more refined than his own surged forward from nowhere, pressing down on him.
"Damn bastard!"
In a critical moment, He Changdiao reacted swiftly, slapping his palm to the side.
But unexpectedly, a palm wind, swift as a roaming dragon, followed his arm and struck him.
"You..."
