"Ahhh!!!"
Screams accompanied the sound of a wall collapsing, rising one after another.
In an instant, dust engulfed the courtyard, and an entire wall lay in ruins, with some of the strong men now buried in the debris.
This scene left Zhuo Yating utterly stunned.
The man in the white shirt binding himself froze, eyes wide and filled with shock.
Goodness gracious, how powerful must that have been!
Although the wall was old and in disrepair, with cracks already present, and the strong men's bodies hitting it had already loosened it.
But it wasn't something just anyone could kick down!
Yet, Chen Feng had done it with a single, seemingly casual kick without much effort, and that was truly terrifying.
The man in the white shirt felt a chill down his spine at the thought. He was glad that he had surrendered quickly, for had that kick been for him, he might have been sent straight to the heavens!
