"Seeking death!" Yang Zhong roared in anger, launching a Vajra Forceful Fist at Shi Feng's chest. Had Shi Feng been just an ordinary civilian and had the punch landed solidly, it would have shattered his internal organs, at the very least causing paralysis and lifelong disability, or at worst, inflicting excruciating, heartrending pain until death.
This punch was incredibly brutal and malicious. Had it been a regular person on the receiving end, their life would have been ruined by this single blow.
"Brother Yang Zhong, hit him!" Li Ru, standing behind Yang Zhong, saw him attack on her behalf and, with a radiant smile, joyfully cheered.
Shi Feng remained unfazed, his expression as serene as a gentle breeze and floating clouds; his left hand opened in what appeared to be a very casual, seemingly effortless manner, slowly pushing forward.
