Ye Feng's steps were very light as he calmly walked toward Zhao Yu, his eyes betraying no emotion; he seemed utterly serene and composed.
Zhao Yu furrowed his brow and shouted loudly, "You bastard, didn't you hear what I said? I told you to kneel and beg for mercy!"
However, Ye Feng remained silent and continued walking toward Zhao Yu, as if taking a leisurely stroll.
Soon, Ye Feng was only three steps away from Zhao Yu, yet he continued to advance.
Seeing that Ye Feng was ignoring him, Zhao Yu roared in fury, "You bastard, are you going to talk back or not!"
After the roar, Zhao Yu raised his right hand and threw a punch at Ye Feng's face.
"Smack!" But Ye Feng's hand, having arrived at Zhao Yu's head without notice, pressed down hard.
In an instant, Zhao Yu felt as if a giant mountain had crushed down on his head, causing him to lose balance and plummet to the ground.
"Boom!" A massive thud resounded as Zhao Yu's face smashed forcefully into the earth.
