Chapter 892: The Secret Vault

The man sweat profusely, like great chunks of tofu...

With just one sentence, Ye Feng had embarrassed Chu Ling and his group so much they wished they could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Ye Feng wasn't wrong, though. Even if they were made of tofu, they shouldn't be as useless as this, being blown away by a mere flick of a finger. Even a paper figure shouldn't be this weak...

Chu Ling collapsed to the ground, his face as pale as clay, and Nie Qingwu also wore a face of shock.

Although he knew Ye Feng was powerful, he hadn't expected Ye Feng to be this overwhelmingly strong. Chu Ling was considered a skilled member of their team, yet from the beginning to the end of their clash, not even five seconds had passed before he was sent flying by a flick of Ye Feng's finger...

"Technique inferior, I concede!"

At the same time, Chu Ling also got up from the ground, staring at Ye Feng with reverence for a moment before he spoke helplessly.