"I will avenge our dead Chinese people today!"

The old man laughed a few times, his body trembled slightly, and he immediately gave off a strong aura.

"Really? I hope you won't cry and beg for mercy for a while."

The words just fell

The old man jumped up from the ground and kicked Ye Chen hard.

Ye Chen's body was like lightning, disappearing from where he was, and soon appeared behind the old man, and slapped him hard.

The old man's cultivation was indeed much stronger than that of Monk Miyamoto. He twisted his body suddenly and nimbly dodged Ye Chen's attack.

The old man quickly stood up and looked back at Ye Chen fiercely.

"You are indeed a good young man. You may be the strongest Chinese person I have ever seen!"

Ye Chen's expression turned slightly cold.

"Looking at you who have never seen the world, I am just the most ordinary person in China! Making such a fuss, it seems that you are just a waste!"

After hearing this, the old man's eyes turned red, and a fire of resentment flashed in his eyes. He waved his hands and hit Ye Chen with a fierce palm.

Ye Chen snorted coldly, and then directly slapped a palm in the direction of the old man.

"Boom!"

A violent muffled sound was heard.

The old man couldn't help but take several steps back.

Through this, Ye Chen felt that the old man's strength was at the peak of the earth level at best, and he was no match for him at all.

"I won't play with you anymore, I'll die!"

As soon as the words fell

Ye Chen's body disappeared from the spot.

After a moment, he appeared directly in front of the old man and struck him on the forehead with a fierce palm.

The old man looked frightened and hurriedly wanted to step back.

But at this time, he felt a strong pressure, which seemed to restrain his body. He could not move at all. He could only watch as Ye Chen's palm hit him.

The old man flew backwards, spitting out a stream of blood and fell heavily to the ground, his breath became sluggish.

Ye Chen walked quickly to his side and stepped on his chest hard.

"You trash, you dare to be the enemy of our country of China, you are really looking for death!"

The old man was no longer arrogant now. He coughed a few times and begged for mercy: "Please, please, please spare me! I will never dare to do it again, never again!"

"I'll spare you, but what about the Chinese people you killed?" Ye Chen said coldly.

When the old man heard this, a stern look flashed in his eyes, and he seemed to be preparing to fight to the death.

How could Ye Chen give him such a chance? He sneered, concentrated his power on his right leg, and stepped heavily on the old man's neck.

"Crack!"

The old man's neck tilted to one side, and a drop of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, ending his sinful and dirty life.
Chapter completed!