King of the Nine Pro

Ye Fusheng's face remained impassive, but his heart skipped a beat. She... how could she have become so weak,Even Ye Fu Sheng did not show any pity anymore, his breath leaking out. With a simple and decisive punch, he struck out.,Ginger clay, hundreds of demonic auras surged from all directions towards Ye Fusheng, but they only reached his side and couldn't get any closer.。