With one punch, Cao Zhengchun's head cracked open like a watermelon. Ye Mo was venting his emotions. Only with his fist could vent his feelings. If one stab had killed Cao Zhengchun, then Ye Mo would never be able to vent his anger and resentment.
The blood burst everywhere, but it didn't splash onto Ye Mo's body. Looking at Cao Zhengchun, who could not be more dead, Ye Mo's mind began to calm. Killing Cao Zhengchun was within his expectations, but afterward, there would be more trouble. Emperor Li Tianqiong.
In the past, the two factions were balanced. Li Tianqiong may have turned a blind eye. But now, the balance had been broken. With his style of doing things, he'd probably kill all martial artists.
Ye Mo's eyes swept his surroundings. The onlookers fled in all directions, afraid to provoke the evil star.
Xiu Xiu!