Humiliation.
This was the humiliation of all martial artists who besieged Yang Fei.
So many people ganged up on one person, yet not a single hair on him was touched.
Even more, Yang Fei casually started smoking.
Long Xia couldn't articulate the shock he felt.
Only now did he realize.
When Yang Fei had fought him just now, he had probably not used even a tenth of his strength.
Mad Blade bitterly smiled on the side.
He saw it very clearly.
It wasn't that Long Xia and his senior brothers were incompetent, it was because this guy was monstrously cunning.
The martial arts he practiced were too bizarre, with a speed that was unimaginable.
As the saying goes, one speed beats three slows.
With this guy's speed, it was probably to the extent of one speed beating nine slows.
How could these Mingjin masters touch even a single hair of his?
Suddenly, Mad Blade's eyes rolled around, and a mischievous smile flashed across his face.
