Something was wrong!
Qin Yanyang sensed Yang Fei's surging breathing within, his expression changed, and the image of his last loss of control suddenly flashed through his mind.
Going to lose control again?
Just as Qin Yanyang was secretly anxious and worried, a whooshing sound roared by his ear, followed by another dull noise.
"Ah!"
A scream then shattered the night sky.
Meng Qian's mouth spewed blood violently, his robust body flying out like it had been hit by a motorcycle.
He had confronted Yang Fei in two moves, being sent flying both times.
Moreover, this latter move felt even more domineering and fierce than before, as if a dam had been suddenly opened, the domineering breath surging like a flood, continuous and despairing!
It sounds like a long story, but in reality, from the moment Yang Fei made his move with Qin Yanyang, to now when Daoist Pei and Meng Qian were both knocked down on the ground, barely hanging onto life, barely a few breaths had passed.
