Ye Xunhuan's speed reached an extreme at this moment, his body almost entirely transforming into a mere afterimage, utterly impossible to capture with the naked eye.
"Snap!"
A muffled sound transmitted through the air, and Ye Xunhuan's right hand directly slapped against a man's head.
It was like a sledgehammer suddenly falling from the sky onto a watermelon, smashing it instantly into smithereens; red and white material mingled with various organ parts connected to flesh and blood were scattered like a rain of blood all around, splashing onto the other people nearby and the pristine floor tiles, appearing particularly glaring under the light!
Immediately after, not giving these people any chance to react, Ye Xunhuan's figure flashed abruptly, and a rapid series of kicks were delivered in quick succession.
