"Who is it?" the first to react was actually an old man in his 60s.
As soon as he spoke, two men in their 30s came charging to Ye Mo from left and right.
The left man was slightly skinnier, and before he even reached Ye Mo, his fists scooped up a fierce killing intent, making the few men sitting near the door feel a frigidness that pierced their bones.
Ye Mo looked at the man with his spirit sense. His fist was indeed fast and deadly, and it had this relentless temperament.
This man’s fist technique must have been practiced through countless fighting. He wasn’t as good as Lang Ji and was even a little worse than Hu Qiu, but his killing intent and temperament in his fists were better than both of them. This was because his fist had put aside his own life and death. In fact, it was usually those who put aside their life and death that could control the lives of other people.
