"Hmph_"
Just as Long Aotian's palm was about to land on Little Ai, Du Fei suddenly let out a cold snort. With a powerful smack of his right palm on the ground, he began to pivot.
Following that, Long Aotian's palm landed heavily on Du Fei's back.
"Splurt_"
A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out. Du Fei's face paled slightly, but his actions didn't show the slightest pause. With both hands, he fiercely pushed Little Ai out of the arena.
"No_"
Little Ai, who was mid-air, cried out, her face turning deathly pale. At this moment, even if she wanted to save someone, she had no strength left.
In her eyes, all she could see was Du Fei's faint smile. He swiftly turned again, aiming a palm strike behind him!
Seeing Du Fei's movements, Long Aotian's hand sign slightly retracted, transforming
