Everyone only saw that the king who supported the sky in the eyes of the Indian people fell to the ground in such a state of embarrassment.

With blood pouring out of his mouth, he looked miserable like a useless dog.

All the majesty and dignity before were smashed to pieces under Ye Fan's punch.

Dead silence!

Deathly silence.

For a moment, the world was completely silent.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Taoist Tianshi's eyes widened, and those disciples of Fentian looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief.

Punch!

Just one punch!

Before this, who would have thought that this seemingly ordinary young junior in front of him would directly blow up the number one powerhouse in South Asia, the patron saint of Indian martial arts, Fen Tian with a single punch!

God!

What kind of monster is this?

Taoist Tianshi trembled.

Fen Tian's disciple turned pale.

And Yin Tianwang fell to the ground, breathless.

The driving force of his efforts suppressed the injury.

However, the violent energy in his veins swept across his internal organs like a storm.

Let him not be able to bring up any strength at all.

In the end, it hurt the injury even more.

He coughed several times in a row.

Several mouthfuls of cloudy blood were spit out again.

"What, Fen Tian?"

"My move Wuji collapse, how effective is it?"

"You should be honored."

"This punch, since I mastered it, you are the first person to witness its power."

Ye Fan was condescending, looking down at Fen Tian at his feet like looking down on an ant.

Just like what Ye Fan said, this move Wuji Beng was practiced by him while recuperating in the extreme north.

During the two years when Ye Fan recuperated, he could not see anything in the extreme north except for the boundless snow and ice.

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