Although the momentum was grand, in Ye Ling's eyes, it was not worth a strike!
But it was understandable, for as an assassin, his forte was assassination!
In a head-on attack like this, Long Guming was simply no match for Ye Ling!
And that was indeed the case!
Ye Ling threw a punch lightly, and at the mere moment of contact, Long Guming felt as if his palm had struck an unbreakable steel plate.
In an instant, his entire right arm shattered inch by inch, dangling weakly as his body plummeted to the ground like a kite with its string cut.
Long Guming lay on the ground, his breath weak, his body heavily injured as he forced himself to sit up. As he was about to speak, a mouthful of crimson blood gushed out.
Instantly staining the front of his shirt red!
Seeing this, Zhan Qimeng and Zhang Xiulan steadied themselves, and a trace of worry on their faces dissipated somewhat.
Their looks toward Ye Ling were filled with endless resentment.
