Provocation

A duel was out of the question, as there was no reasoning with these guys. When dealing with them, Xing Ye only needed his fists, and he aimed squarely for their faces; otherwise, he couldn't vent his frustration.

Buzz!

Star phenomenon appeared, and a powerful aura circulated—a seventh realm star phenomenon.

Xing Ye's expression remained unchanged. His golden fist descended, producing a resounding bang. The opponent's cheek immediately swelled, and his body flew out at an angle, with the star phenomenon behind him immediately dissipating.

"Lord Ye, you are not following—"

Before the leader could finish speaking, Xing Ye's fist landed on his mouth, knocking out two teeth, and he emitted a whimpering sound.

The others wanted to make a final struggle, but it was futile. Xing Ye's series of punches knocked them all to the ground, battered and bruised.