It was late to speak, but in that instant, the Third Master's figure had already darted toward Ye Chenfeng, his toes lightly touching the ground, and with every point, he would drift a great distance.
Ye Chenfeng's steps continuously moved backward, retreating directly out of Mao Kangping's herbal shop. The space inside was too narrow, not advantageous for confronting an enemy, let alone the possibility that the Third Master's strength could be much higher than his own!
Outside the building, the cool night breeze blew in waves, and the silver moonlight from the night sky poured down, illuminating Ye Chenfeng's stern face, while the Fifth Level peak Soul Force within his body churned continuously.
Just as Ye Chenfeng stepped out of the herbal shop, a piercing wind attacked his ears. Without hesitation, his right arm shielded by his ear, "Bang!" The Third Master's kick struck Ye Chenfeng's arm while airborne.
