C1139 Dragon Gate Fist!

"Whoosh!"

A sharp sound of air being sliced through suddenly echoed beside Ye Hong's ears.

An empty sleeve, whipping through the air with a fierce gust, lashed out towards Ye Hong's face.

Irritated by the sleeve's awkward angle, Ye Hong was instantly irked.

His grip remained firm on Lei Peng, while his other hand lightly tapped the sleeve.

"Snap!"

The sleeve tore abruptly in the middle