Wanyan Hong Lie Goes Berserk?

As the saying went, there was always someone more sinister than the sinister. A generation of Sword Persons, a generation of ruthless bastards!

No matter how cunning Ouyang Feng was, he still ended up drinking Ye Weiming's foot-washing water.

Of course, a single simple explosion could not possibly inflict any serious harm on a grandmaster-level expert like Ouyang Feng.

After taking the hit, Ouyang Feng only felt unbearable pain in his palm, with faint traces of blood seeping out from beneath his skin.

But that was all.

However, since Ye Weiming had made his move, one killing blow would surely follow another.

If Ouyang Feng could resolve them so easily, then Ye Weiming's title of Sword Person would have been for nothing!

As Ouyang Feng's left hand was injured by the blast, Ye Weiming, who had already escaped from the cabin, unleashed another triple killing combo.

First came a large wine jar identical to the previous one. It was immediately followed by a white chess piece, which shattered the jar before Ouyang Feng could react.

Seeing this, Ouyang Feng suddenly felt as though the other party had utterly crushed him in terms of intelligence.

If Ye Weiming's goal had been to break that jar from the beginning, he could have done so the first time. There had been no need to make things so complicated.

In other words, he had practically offered up his hand to grab a bomb the other party had already identified, only to be blown up afterward?

Ouyang Feng felt that his dignity had been insulted!

Yet Ye Weiming's insult had only just begun.

As the wine jar shattered, an intense, pungent aroma of alcohol instantly filled the cabin. Only extremely strong liquor could give off such a scent!

Then another torch was tossed inside, and