"You won't kneel, huh?" the eldest young master of the Yun Family sneered and said, "Then go for it, beat him to death."
After he spoke, one of the young men charged at Yang Yi.
But Yang Yi lifted a foot and instantly kicked the young man away, sending him flying four or five meters, startling them.
"This... this..."
Seeing this scene, the young men who were eager to rush at Yang Yi suddenly stopped in their tracks.
Just one kick sent someone flying four or five meters—nobody could withstand that.
The young man who got kicked was rolling on the ground in pain, unable to stand up.
It wasn't just them; even the eldest young master of the Yun Family swallowed hard.
"Come on, you wanted to fight, right? Bring it on."
Yang Yi looked down on them, these youths were not even as strong as middle-aged men; why would Yang Yi be afraid of them?
To be honest, Yang Yi could knock them down in just a round or two.
For a moment, those youths didn't dare to approach.