Ye Xuan halted his steps.
He fixed his gaze on Brother Wolf, his eyes flickering with a deep light. After a moment of silence, he suddenly soared into the air.
In the blink of an eye, Ye Xuan appeared in front of the other man, his right hand's index and middle fingers joined together, and gently pressed against Brother Wolf's abdomen, three inches below the navel!
Shh!
A light sound erupted with an unmatched force, making Brother Wolf feel as though he had been struck by a giant hammer. He was sent flying.
Spit, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood while still in mid-air, his face pale as gold paper.
After landing and staggering back a few steps, his spirit deflated, he clutched his abdomen and looked at Ye Xuan in shock.
