Bang!
Ye Zhen's fist smashed viciously into the face of Ji Jia, Thunder Hall's chief steward. Caught completely off guard—or rather, Ji Jia had never imagined that Ye Zhen would actually dare to attack him here.
This was the Heaven Temple branch, their home ground. If Ye Zhen dared to make a move against him here, wasn't that like an old man hanging himself—thinking he had lived too long?
That had been the source of Ji Jia's confidence when he blocked Ye Zhen earlier.
Yet Ye Zhen had truly attacked him.
Not only had he attacked, but he had launched a relentless series of blows from the very start.
As the first punch landed, the Lightning Power Ye Zhen had wrapped around his iron fist surged violently into Ji Jia's face. Though Ye Zhen had deliberately held back and had not inflicted too grave an injury on Ji Jia,
the Lightning Power striking his face still numbed Ji Jia's entire body. Before his body could even react, Ye Zhen's second punch had arrived.
Bang bang bang bang!
Ye Zhen hammered Ji Jia's face with punch after punch, every blow landing solidly on flesh. Each punch drove a huge force into Ji Jia's face, making his entire body convulse.
By the time Ye Zhen delivered the fourth punch, Ji Jia could no longer control his body and began to topple toward the ground.
But Ye Zhen still did not let him off. He reached out, caught Ji Jia, pulled him into his arms, and continued smashing fist after fist into his face.
Within merely one or two breaths, Ye Zhen had battered Ji Jia's face to pieces. Ji Jia screamed shrilly in agony.
"Stop!"
Divine Master Wei Yu, who had shot over like lightning, flew into a rage at the sight