Ye Qing was deeply ashamed.
If Yang Fei had been holding a dagger instead of a feather duster, who knows how many times he would be dead by now.
This isn't something that can be merely described as a "touch."
Recalling his arrogant words earlier, Ye Qing couldn't help but lower his head, not even having the courage to look at Yang Fei directly.
At this moment, Liu Dachuan suddenly sensed the familiar and composed posture of Yang Fei standing with his hands behind his back, and his heart stirred.
He quickly pulled up a video on his phone and, after just one glance, his mouth fell open in shock.
"My god, it really is him!"
In the phone video, a Chinese martial artist blocked the gates of the East Asia Martial Arts Alliance, standing calmly with his hands behind his back.
Beside him lay countless Great Grandmasters, sprawled in disorder.
And that Chinese martial artist was unmistakably Yang Fei right before them.
