章節 1257: Battlefield

Just as Chi Yang lost his footing, Feng Shengxuan threw a punch at Chi Yang. Of course, he was aiming for Chi Yang's chiseled nose.

Feng Shengxuan was confident that with this punch, he could shatter Chi Yang's nose bridge.

By the time they removed all of his shattered bones to make a fake one, it would not look as good as the original. He refused to believe that his little girl who was obsessed with good looks would still like Chi Yang so much after seeing him so ugly.

Chi Zeyao's pupils narrowed, and his grip on the old man's shoulder tightened.

Subconsciously gripping his chest at the fight, the old master surprised Chi Zeyao by reaching out to pat Chi Zeyao's hand, telling him not to worry.

At the most critical moment, Chi Yang unleashed his supernatural ability to the maximum, then threw a punch at Feng Shengxuan's flying fist which was also coming at him at an increased momentum.

Pak!

Another dull thud!