What a joke. A palm strike filled with extreme anger by a figure like Chu Yueli, was only capable pushing a defenseless Yun Che back by a few steps. The profound strength of Xiao Bo who was merely at the eighth level of the Spirit Profound Realm, to Yun Che, was basically no different from having a mosquito collide with his chest.
With his fist firmly and solidly smashed on Yun Che’s chest, before Xiao Bo could even reveal a cold smile of delight, he turned completely senseless. Looking at his own right fist which seemed as though it had been sucked into Yun Che’s chest, his pair of eyes were widened to the extreme… and casting upon his eyes, was the cold laughter Yun Che was currently making, like that of a devil’s.
In the midst of disdainful cold laughter, Yun Che’s chest lightly bounced out.
“Guaah——”