The situation unfolded far too suddenly, completely beyond Zheng Qianjun's expectations.
On top of that, Yang Yan's strength was right there before him; he had no time at all to stop it, and could only watch helplessly as his own son's cultivation was crippled.
Zheng Qianjun's eyes turned blood-red as he roared, "You damned bastard, pay with your life for my son!"
As his voice fell, he went mad-like and unleashed the Jade Ghost Palm, slapping at Yang Yan again and again.
Yang Yan's lips curled into a disdainful smile as he dodged nimbly, his words continually provoking Zheng Qianjun at the same time.
Zheng Qianjun nearly went insane and couldn't help but pour even more force into his attacks.
Yang Yan darted left and right; each time, his opponent could only hit his afterimages.
This storm-like barrage lasted for about ten minutes before Zheng Qianjun finally came back to his senses; his opponent was far more terrifying than he had imagined.
