Yang Xin's right hand, which was covered with black hair, extended his Sword Finger toward Shi Feng's Dantian.
At this moment, a cold smile hooked at the corners of Yang Xin's mouth. Soon, he would witness the birth of a cripple!
Yet Yue Shaochong's face was filled with anxiety. He didn't understand why—the powerful Shi Feng had just stood before him, but now he seemed to have frozen in place. He didn't counterattack, nor did he dodge or retreat, allowing that genius youth Yang Xin to target his Dantian.
To the person concerned, Shi Feng, who was about to become a cripple in the eyes of Yang Xin, remained indifferent, as if the Dantian being targeted by Yang Xin's Sword Finger was not his own.
At that instant, Yang Xin's Sword Finger fiercely jabbed into Shi Feng's abdomen, and at that very moment, Yang Xin's sneer, and Yue Shaochong's anxiety, all intensified!
"His Dantian has been hit!"
