Chapter 632

The elders of the Lei Clan, the Purple Mountain Clan, and the other clans stepped in, making the children stop fighting. They wanted to see what was going on with this strange village. Could it really be some terrifying hidden clan left over from ancient times?

"You little wild brats, how dare you laugh at me!"

After the truce, Jiao Peng shook both arms and leaped up like a fierce bird. With a single bound, he crossed more than twenty meters and rushed toward the village entrance, wanting to attack the children.

Seeing this, Er Zhuang looked at Jiao Peng diving down toward them and subconsciously stepped forward, shielding the village children behind him, Little Fellow included. At the same time, he stared solemnly at Jiao Peng and instinctively swung his fist. It actually gave off the sound of wind and thunder.

Behind Er Zhuang, Little Fellow blinked and glanced at Er Zhuang's back, a heartfelt smile appearing on his little face. Then he casually took out a small jar from behind him and, as if imitating adults drinking wine, gulped down beast milk.

At that moment, Jiao Peng arrived before them. He raised his palm and struck forward, the wind howling. It carried several thousand jin of force, terrifying beyond belief!

Boom!

Sand and stones flew everywhere, and the ground shook like a mountain. Er Zhuang stood there without moving, while Jiao Peng was struck as if by lightning. He staggered backward, and with every step he took, a terrifying crack split open in the ground. He swayed unsteadily, retreating again and again for more than ten meters, almost falling headfirst to the ground.

As for Er Zhuang, he stood in place, blankly looking at his own fist, then at Jiao Peng, whom he had nearly knocked to the