Looking at Yang Fei standing proudly, everyone was at a loss for words.
Yang Fei stood beside a broken pillar.
At first glance, he still appeared gentle and calm, the very image of a "Pretty Boy".
This harmless appearance of his starkly contrasted with the violent and mighty Whip Kick he had just delivered.
Li Zhuguo even couldn't help but want to roll up Yang Fei's trouser leg.
He wanted to see if this guy's legs were made of mixed iron?
How could they be so hard, so ruthless?
Lady Feijin walked up to Yang Fei and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.
She sneered, "Now, is there anyone who doubts my words?"
No one dared to speak again.
Yang Kai snapped out of his huge shock.
He staggered over to Yang Fei and bowed deeply.
"Respectable sir, please forgive my rudeness."
The bunch who were yelling crazily just a moment ago all lowered their heads.
