No Other Means, Right?

This thought flashed through Wang Jun's mind.

On the other side, after recovering from the shock and anger, red Seven and the old man's faces were pale, black and white. They felt awful anyway. Towards Ye Fan, they had no choice but to prepare seriously.

In the beginning, they felt that the sect was making a mountain out of a molehill by being so afraid of Ye Fan. They felt that there was no need.

But now, after seeing Ye Fan's true strength, they could not help but look at him seriously, because Ye Fan's strength was the best among this batch of youths. He was so powerful that it was terrifying.

He was not even 20 years old, but he could actually resist the two of them working together. He was already so powerful now. If he grew up in a few years, his strength should have a qualitative leap. Just thinking about it made one's scalp tingle.