Yang Fei's body was rapidly retreating, but his gaze was fixed on his own fist.
There was indeed a cut on it, from which fresh blood was flowing.
His pupils contracted slightly as he narrowed his eyes.
The punch just now had clearly landed on the opponent's chin. With the power of his fist, ordinary martial artists would have had their heads blown apart.
Yet now, even though that person was knocked back, vomiting blood, and screaming miserably, he was still alive.
What's more, it seemed that not even a single tooth had been knocked out.
Instead, the defense of his body, which was incredibly solid after Foundation Establishment, had been breached, resulting in a flesh wound.
While Yang Fei was secretly shocked by the opponent's resilience and peculiar strength, three greedy and bloodthirsty auras soared into the sky.
This aura made Yang Fei's skin crawl, giving him a ridiculous sense of being seen as a delicious meal.
