Chapter 0203: What kind of trash are you to be worthy of wielding a sword?

Originally, Uncle Niu thought that Ye Qingfeng's fist was as fragile as paper.

But as their fists collided.

Uncle Niu felt as if he had struck iron.

A piercing pain arose.

The air blast from the two fists colliding was like a rotating drill bit.

It tightly wrapped around his flesh and bone, the force continuously increasing.

Crack, crack, crack!!

The sound of skin splitting and bones breaking echoed repeatedly.

The entire arm was shattered.

It was like a piece of bamboo put into a blender.

Thud!

Uncle Niu was thrown into the air, smashing to the ground.

Clutching his right arm, he screamed continuously.

Ye Qingfeng retracted his fist, calmly standing in place.

As if nothing had happened.

"Is the Luo Family full of such trash?"

A supremely calm voice questioned from Ye Qingfeng's throat.

Resonating throughout the entire hall.

Trash?

The backbone of the Luo Family, a Peak Warrior.

In Ye Qingfeng's eyes, was trash!

If Ye Qingfeng had said this before.