"Are you alright?"
Ye Fan slapped the man with a face full of muscle, knocking him over. Without even looking at them, he walked over to help the young man up, channeling a stream of Pure Yang Qi into his body, asking with concern.
"Sister! Your brother is useless, I can't avenge you..."
The young man seemed stunned from the slap. It wasn't until Ye Fan helped him up that he burst into tears, constantly blaming himself as he cried.
"Where did this madman come from, daring to strike against us? Tired of living?"
"Why waste words with him? Kill him and avenge Old Seven!"
Ye Fan's movement was too fast. Only at this moment did the evil slaves react, and they immediately started clamoring, each summoned their own Spiritual Artifacts and charged at Ye Fan.
