Bang.
In the courtyard ravaged by the storm, a thunderous palm strike echoed.
The figure of the Celestial Wolf Martial Saint was instantly sent flying. He staggered backward, retreating over ten steps before he steadied himself. His face was somewhat pale, and a trace of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
Yet Wu Weiweng stood still at the villa's front door, as stalwart as a pine tree, old yet full of vigor, exuding an innate dignity.
No need to say, the attack from the Celestial Wolf Martial Saint had not harmed him.
Wu Weiweng successfully prevented the Celestial Wolf Martial Saint from entering the villa.
"Wu Weiweng, it seems your martial arts have improved over the decades!" the Celestial Wolf Martial Saint wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, his gaze cold as he looked at Wu Weiweng.
Wu Weiweng's face showed a faint smile; "With villains like you around, how could I be complacent? Naturally, I must diligently cultivate."
