With the clash of fist and sword, there was no sound of flesh being sliced but instead a metallic clank. Zheng Chengze’s long sword was smashed into the ground, while he himself was forced multiple steps back.
Ye Mo’s hand was perfectly fine, and at this moment, Ye Mo followed up with another kick on Zheng Chengze’s dantian. He flew many meters out and smashed onto a distant boulder as he spat out blood. It was obvious he couldn’t survive this.
Then, Ye Mo walked in front of Zheng Chengze and took the bag from his chest.
Everyone took a cold breath. Zheng Chengze was someone who cultivated ancient martial arts to Black Level tertiary stage, but he only lasted two moves in Ye Mo’s hands. This youth was too ferocious. Although Zheng Chengze underestimated Ye Mo, he wouldn’t last more than 20 moves even if he didn’t.
So strong, but he started feud with the Broken Fist Hall. Although it wasn’t some first grade sect, it still had an Earth Level master.
