"That's none of your business." Emperor Po Tian didn't have a word of nonsense. He turned his hand into a fist and came straight to Yi Feng's face.

". Envy is seldom handsome. " Yi Feng angrily scolded, but he couldn't fight to meet him.

"boom..."

the two fists fight together. With one fist, Yifeng's whole arm is in great pain, and his figure flies backward behind him. Under his foot color move, Yi Feng also piece by piece of collapse.

after removing most of his strength, Yi Feng stood still. The pain from his arm told him how powerful the fist was.

"eh!"

emperor Po Tian was very surprised...