"ah!"

Ye Chen couldn't help but cry out. This punch seemed to not only cause physical pain, but also tremble in the soul.

"war!"

Ye Chen gritted his teeth, his blood-red eyes looking like a madman.

At this moment, he forgot what he was doing, forgot everything, and only had the will to fight in his heart.

You can't live without being crazy!

Every punch of the Iron-Blooded Saint King hit Ye Chen's body.

Every time you get punched, you have to bear the heart-breaking feeling.

The speed of Ye Chen's waving arms became slower and slower, and the power in his fists continued to decrease.

Now, he looked like a bloody man all over his body, and all he could think about was punching.
Chapter completed!