His body suffered the heavy blows of Zhan Lang's fists time after time. Ye Chenfeng's arms were virtually powerless to counterattack. Moreover, his speed was subtly slower than Zhan Lang's full-force onslaught, so all he could do was grit his teeth and endure. Many wounds burst open on his body, with blood continuously flowing out. He began to stagger as if he would fall at any moment.
With a fighting spirit raging within him and a face darkened by fury, Zhan Lang, upon seeing Ye Chenfeng incapable of resisting, revealed a cruel smile at the corner of his mouth and barked, "Ye Chenfeng, didn't you want to burst my heart? Now, let me give you a taste of your heart bursting and dying."
"Bang!"
Zhan Lang swiftly raised his right hand—the air was filled with gusts of fierce wind. His palm suddenly clenched into a fist and he viciously aimed a punch at the location of Ye Chenfeng's heart, causing a dull thud to resonate through the air.
