C238 The Call from Ah Ke

Xing Meng charged forward with an unstoppable aura, his fist cutting through the air with a thunderous roar as it hurtled towards Ye Yu. Yet there stood Ye Yu, calm and still, a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth, making no move to react.

Xing Meng's gaze hardened at Ye Yu's nonchalant stance, his own aura intensifying, his punches gaining ferocity