The punch was very fast, fierce, and strong. Ye Fan could not dodge and could only cross his hands to block it.

"Bang!"

Another loud noise, Ye Fan groaned and smashed his body on a coffee table.

The coffee table shattered with a clang, and Ye Fan was covered in glass fragments, covered in scars.

A trace of blood spilled out of the corner of his mouth.

Tang Qiqi shouted: "Brother-in-law!"

There were tears in her eyes, and she never expected that she would become Ye Fan's weakness.

She was both happy and angry. It was because her brother-in-law cared about her, and it was because of her incompetence.

Li Dayong struggled and half-kneeled on the ground: "Ye Fan, go." Ye Fan licked his lips: "Uncle Yong, Qiqi, I'm fine."

"It's almost dead, it's okay?"

Miyamoto Saburo said coldly: "You are good at your skills and should have reached the Xuan Realm and peak state. Maybe I can't do anything to you."

"It's a pity that the energy and spirit are wasted on several useless people."

He slowly walked towards Ye Fan: "This is destined to die tonight."

Li Dayong glanced at Ye Fan after hearing this, with an indescribable struggle and a hint of pain.
Chapter completed!